Steam

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By Michael Griffith

Another man’s woman is making me breakfast. She says it’s the reverse-supper she needs to make for her night-shift husband anyway.

She’s telling me something else, some story I’m meant to follow, but I’m not really listening.

I needed last night as much as she did.

I don’t feel sorry or wrong, exactly. I feel empty.

Steam rises from the pan next to her. She turns to stir the eggs and I wish I’d left ten minutes ago.

Coffee? No, thank you.

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