June 14, 2001.
She opened her eyes and the light from the window nearly blinded her. She closed it and tried readjusting mentally to the light before opening her eyes once again. She glanced at her side and saw a towel spread out on the side of her bed. Tablets were strewn here and there and her standing fan had been moved to the foot of her bed.
She reached for her mobile phone and checked the time on it. It was mid-day but it wasn’t on the 10th of June. The date said 14th of June. She could tell she had been sick, judging from the tablets on the bed-side table and the slight stiffness in her waist and someone had been in her house the entire time.
But, who was it?
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Absence
Короткий рассказThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
