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