She still didn’t understand what was happening.

Everything had been fine, completely ordinary day. Blue sky, some clouds. A little warm for the fall but it was pleasant. She’d left the windows open in the kitchen for a breeze while she worked. It was a nice day, ordinary.

The doorbell rang and she’d let him get it - would it have been different if ( Read more... )

The last bell rang and he sighed in relief, visibly relaxing.

Don’t misunderstand, he loves his job, really, but sometimes everything and everyone are too much to handle. Sometimes he truly is afraid for the future, the kids that come through the classroom. He sits back in his chair as the last one runs out of the classroom, passing a hand over his ( Read more... )

The smoke trailed up through the room, reaching out and up and through the slants of light. His head fell back to rest on the back of his chair, watching the remnants of ember and tobacco spill out from his mouth and into the room.
Cigars always brought memories of Him, which was too damned bad because Cuba was known for cigars.
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