Linda

Outside was a man {had she seen him before?}. A non-descript man. He could have been any man. When she answered the door, it was about three seconds before he threw a vile lie in her face {a vial of lye}.

Everything went white. The man started crying. “I love you, I love you,” he said.

Can you imagine that being the last thing you ever see? The person who loves you most in this world?

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Jesi Bender is an artist and writer from upstate New York whose work can be seen in L’Allure des Mots, Zouch Magazine, Luna Luna Magazine, and Sante Fe Writers Project among others. Please visit www.jesibender.com for her full creative CV.