They spent the rest of their Sunday domestically blissful. Sarah felt good. But once, back in the kitchen, she caught sight of the empty quesadilla plate and her stomach flinched: she hadn't corrected her mistake. She'd only gotten lucky. And luck doesn't change a person. It just changes a person's direction. The violence of her drunken indiscretion was a result of something she still possessed. The only difference was now she knew it was there. Was this good or bad?
"Shit."
She settled back on the couch and shivered.
"Cold, babe?"
Kevin grabbed a blanket and spread it over them. She pecked his cheek. They started in on a new series.
AND PEACE REIGNED WITH AN IRON FIST
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Password Stories
Short StorySarah writes her passwords as stories to remember them better. But then she loses the thread and her inner-outer functioning begins to breach...
