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Fifty Word Fiction

Brief Respite

He stared at last year’s decorations. Lots had changed since…She had gone, for good this time, leaving him with the young one and a house payment. His hours had been cut back. The world spun, deliriously ignorant of his state.
An infant cried somewhere. He thanked God it wasn’t his.

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