The wind drifted through the window & rustled the papers on the desk. Bills mostly. It drew a sigh from Leah's lips too. She stared as the sun dipped between the curtains & cut a line across the room, bisecting it, separating her from the memories hung in frames on the wall.
A fly buzzed somewhere in the room & the curtains settled, the breeze gone.
Stillness slipped in the room, the fly stopped. But the memories didn't. They flowed nonstop, running through her, cleansing her.
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