Detour

by gemminx

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Cara stood shivering as her hand surrendered the groaning mailbox handle, the stack of envelopes thumping down the desolate chamber.

Count to five and release.
Count to five and release.

Okay, done. No regrets, she silently insisted.

Within seconds she was blasting the heater in the car in a futile attempt to alleviate the cold that enveloped her. Cara was as unprepared as a chrysalis, an edgy stomach twinging with nausea, as she arrived at their favorite restaurant and made her way to their usual table.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

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    Stovohobo's Buddy Icon Stovohobo

    Posted 6 months ago

    Nice feeling of the unknown before you revealed what was probably going on. If it’s about what I perceive, you took it from a different direction. Short but sweet.

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    Lone Writer's Buddy Icon Lone Writer

    Posted 6 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Stovo is right. Very nice.

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    Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars' Buddy Icon Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars

    Posted 6 months ago

    Wedding invites?

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