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Return To Sender
Timothy James flipped on the light on the nightstand. The clock read 2:37. He couldn’t sleep. Another night. Another mental marathon. When would this stop? He wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to stop. He rubbed his eyes, sat up in bed, and slipped on his slippers. Penny sighed and stretched out. Timothy James pet her belly and leaned to kiss her nose.
EVERY LAST ONE OF YA
Work sucked. Traffic sucked. The bank sucked.
Mallory hated standing in line. Any line. It didn’t matter where, or when—the grocery store, the DMV, the pickup line at school. Lines brought out the worst of humanity. She used to pray for patience, but that seemed to result in her stuck in an even longer line of people. Patience was a virtue, but it wasn’t a gift. And this line at the bank was a chore.
The Stingiest Sip of Root Beer
Johnny didn’t know she was thirsty. If he knew, he would’ve given her the last sip. It was just root beer. Why was he so mad? Nanna wasn’t angry. And she was the one who asked for the sip. But he was furious.
“I taught you better than that! I taught you not to be stingy!”