She packs everything bad in a huge suitcase. House cleaned, car loaded, keys turned on years of indescribable misery. Then she’s gone, accelerating into this unexpected future overflowing with possibilities. That last blushing apple picked in passing tastes impossibly sweet, like freedom.
Someone will open the suitcase eventually. Find him.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
A wonderful story! Too good to be true!
Ewwwww…… Bad girl, Deborah…,.
Good writer though!
blammo good
What a twist!
Excellently crafted, Deborah. I love the casualness of the last sentence; is she a stone-cold killer, or is this what “had enough” looks like?
LOVE THIS!!!!! So good.
Ohhh, that twist at the end!!! ;)
Love it. Great ending.
Whoa — I did not expect that ending but it makes sense!
Such a surprise ending.