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Submitted to Contest #160
The kettle whistled, her breath hitched and her eyes were glassy, “I’m sorry”, she picked up her bag as if the squeal was her call to leave, putting the strap over her head. “I have to go”, she waited looking to the kettle but not at me, she waited more “Well?”. I wanted her to look at me, just once more, but I could only see the side of her face; her short lashes, the small scar on her cheek, the downturn of her lip, the flare of her nostrils and the workings of her neck as she tried to breathe. If she had only just looked at me, ...
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