By Jacky Lang
Beef stew was bubbling on the stove; panties soaking in the bathroom sink. Groceries lasted a lot longer when it was just her eating dinner, though she’d consumed a worrying amount of chocolate-chip cookies in the last two weeks. They were easy to make and the sugar rush a great substitute for actual energy.
Tonight she’d try that DIY scarf mask. Before, they’d shopped together, cooked together, and had regular great sex. He always spoke in terms of ‘we’ and the future.
He was in quarantine with his wife. It had taken her sixteen years to figure out she lived alone.
Nice twist – well done!
Nicely written. I liked it.
So sad but true often
Very well written
Well written.
Excellent Jackie – I know someone in that situation. It didn’t take him that long however – fool that he was.
Well done.
nice!
Oh man, perfect ending.
Very well done. Excellent ending.
Brilliant! My spontaneous reaction on reading the ending.
I like the way this story tackles lockdown and one of its many unfortunate consequences.
Sad
I loved it, although at the end, the pronouns get a little confusing.
Nice job, Jacky. Thanks for sharing “The Truth” with us. Near the beginning, ” . . . panties soaking in the bathroom sink. Groceries lasted a lot longer when it was just her eating dinner” provided realistic hints at the narrator living in our current pandemic. And the ” . . . with his wife” near the end ushered in your tight ending. Sixteen years, indeed.