“the other woman”

She stares at me.

I hold her gaze, unblinking.

I don’t like her.

And, sure as hell, she hates my guts.

Her mean ugly acidic words burn me.

I blink first.

I always do.

I turn off the bathroom light and the other woman fades ghost-like into the darkness.

First published on Hive https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/ghost-of-the-other-woman-a-humpbuckle-tale-written-using-the-freewrite-prompt

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