The suitcase sits by the front  door, her raincoat drapped neatly over the handle.

I’d always assumed it would be me: an overly dramatic door slamming exit at the tail end of a fierce argument.

Our goodbye is surprisingly amicable.

“This is it,” she says. We hug and she leaves.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by a random word prompt “moving”

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