490 The Flood, Ch. 3


Chapter 3

When this all started, my life seemed pretty normal. Family and friends visited, I made outings, had jobs to do. 

But I wasn't happy. Inside, I was chafing at the constraints of my new situation, even if I wasn't aware. 

"Trust your gut," I said to myself, and didn't trust anyone else. Nobody knows my predicament. There's no one I can tell, safely. Trust me, I have debated long and hard whether I can write this down. 

Even now, I have my doubts. 

My eyes are on this screen, but my ears are at full attention.

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Right now, Sunny is asleep. I think. 

None of this is her fault. She's perfect, really. A thing of beauty, refined, and pure devotion. To be wrapped in her love is, well, I thought it was going to be enough for eternity. 

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At the top of the stairs, I pause, fingering my key chain. It was a gift, from Sunny, back when we were still dating. 

Insert the key. This lock is sticky, and tricky. Getting it right took years of practice, and I still fumble with the wrong key, if I don't have my head on straight. 

My mind is blank, but the moment the door cracks open, I'm talking, "Did you see?"

"See what?" is the response.

"The neighbor moved their car," I don't know where that came from, but I think it's true.

Sunny gets up to look out the front window.

"Can you move my truck?"

"Babe," I say, not "no," but with a tone that she'll understand means "hell no."

"Please?"

With that one word, I pick up another set of keys, hers, and head back down the stairs.

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"What did you get up to today?" Sunny asks as I walk back in the door.




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