(100-word flash fiction)
‘Deflated’ her mind intones while she watches Barry slowly crumble as he puts the phone down. ‘Punctured’. She feels the energy seep out of him.
“Was that your boss?” His chin sinks in answer.
Long days and nights at the office. Birthdays forgotten. Missed graduation. Fights, tears, then stony silence.
She is numb as these vignettes march across her mind. She would have reached out to comfort him but his workaholism has put a chasm between them, filled with searing absence, with bitter resentment that he chose his job over them.
Instead, she asks, “Who got the job?”
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