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‘Please stay’, she squeaked beseechingly.
‘Ok. You have until sundown to get rid of one thing from here, ONE.”
Drenched in sweat she trudged from room to room. How could he be so unreasonable?
The magnets were memories. The cans and cartons were useful and will surely be used soon. Oh! Those rolls of soft, soft color ribbons. Never.
Exhausted, she flopped on the chair and her eyes zeroed in on the straightened paper clips on the desk.
Teary-eyed, she stared at it.
She continued to stare at it as he walked out of the door in the evening.
This piece of fiction is in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Find other entries for this week’s challenge here.
Word Count: 100