Two Jobs: A Short Story

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Opening her tired, heavy eyes, she took in the view of the ceiling. He told her that he loved her without any prompting. Did he really mean it? Maybe. All she knew was that her brain was in overdrive trying to figure out an ideal scenario and her hea...

Opening her tired, heavy eyes, she took in the view of the ceiling. He told her that he loved her without any prompting. Did he really mean it? Maybe. All she knew was that her brain was in overdrive trying to figure out an ideal scenario and her heart was unwilling to be vulnerable to foolishness once more.

He asked to join her at her favorite hangout spot. The place was her home away from home. She knew his name, his passwords, date of birth and other vital information, all of it given freely. Perhaps extending an invitation wasn’t the worst thing she could do. She’d opened up more sensitive places already.

She glanced at the time. How much of it did she have to waste? She almost wished he would lie to her because as much as she desired the truth, it would be so much easier to drop him if he were a liar. Life was so much simpler when all she had to worry about was being tired from working all of the time. Now, her psyche was being put to work.

 

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This story was originally published at letarawrites.wordpress.com. LeTara Moore is an author and blogger. Subscribe to her blog, like her page on Facebook at facebook.com/letarawrites or follow her on Twitter at twitter.com/tarameshale89 to read more of her stories, poetry and book reviews. 

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