And the Way He Glares at Me

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By John L. Malone

I don’t want to face him again today. Each morning it’s the same. He’s hung over, strung out, bleary-eyed, unshaven and his hair — it looks like something slept in it overnight. He could make an effort. Spruce himself up a bit but no, the same old, same old. Mr, Ragamuffin. And the way he glares at me first thing in the morning. Is that really necessary, moaned the mirror ?

         
John Malone writes short stories, flash fiction and poems. He is working on getting a manuscript together.

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