The Morning After

EXISTERE 2012 Canada

Mike walked into the kitchen still upset after his dustup with Marcie the night before. The sun was just coming up and he

felt his workday was ruined already.

“Over,” he said as she put his coffee in front of him.

Marcie walked to the refrigerator and took out two eggs and butter and put the skillet on the oven.

She dropped two slices of bread into the toaster—he sipped his coffee.

“Over,”Mike repeated and Marcie, for all she was worth, wanted to believe Mike was only talking about his eggs.



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