The Note
He kept the folded note she had written him in his drawer, buried
beneath random clutter.
Randy hadn't revisited it in years but now as he packs up, it stares
at him, in hand.
After all this time, he opens it. "Loaf of Bread, quart of milk,
pound of butter."
by R.J.L.
beneath random clutter.
Randy hadn't revisited it in years but now as he packs up, it stares
at him, in hand.
After all this time, he opens it. "Loaf of Bread, quart of milk,
pound of butter."
by R.J.L.


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