Frank

This was the kind of scenery Frank had been accustomed to; he knew it all his life. Oftentimes he dreamt of moving to California but the cost of living he’d heard was high. Still in all, he was happy in Tacoma.  Frank looked down at his watch. It was 12:15 pm.

Rose regarded herself in the mirror. She was happy with what she saw; she smiled. Frank wouldn’t know a thing, she made sure of that. Anyway, they weren’t married.  Rose opened the door and exited the building, narrowing her eyes in the harsh light. She began walking toward the tideflats, toward Frank. She had hoped…she had hoped.

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