Endeavor
by T.Dalton
She folded his clothes. He’d be home in an hour. She took a pill and smoked a cigarette.
The thought of doing this everyday exhausted her. The days wouldn’t stop. They would keep coming. A voice told her she was worthless.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Great,” she said.
Image: Otto Scholderer, Young Girl Reading (1883)
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