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  The House Is Empty

 Patsy Covington
 

 
The house is empty. The sheets are cool. The sun shines warmly through the skylights in the sunroom and I see clouds through the windows. Quiet as alone can be. Not even my breath makes a sound. If the phone rings now I will jump and my heart will pound. If I’m looking at the phone when it rings maybe I won’t jump – maybe my heart won’t beat so hard. But when I pick it up and say hello the voice will be beautiful mesmerizing and the words will put an ache inside me and tears in my eyes and I’m afraid, so afraid, of what I will say next and how it will harm us, will change me, when the house is no longer empty and the sheets are warm beneath us.

 

 

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Patsy Covington has had fiction published at ezines, including Wild Violet and Woman of a Certain Age Page, and she has upcoming fiction in print magazines Gator Springs Gazette and Prairie Dog 13.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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