of jealousy

From the corner of your eye you can see them talking. She is laughing loudly. Your jealousy, a living, shifting, growing thing knocks softly at your insides. She knows you’re watching. She waves and walks toward you.

You’re one lucky bitch. He’s always either talking to you or about you.

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This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty. What do you think?

Also, the photo is from one of my trips to the hills. More on the trip to follow soon!

 

 

 

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Blogger. Crazy bitch. Stalkee. Weirdo magnet. Wannabe housewife. Corporate Slave. Find me at anawnimiss.wordpress.com!

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