New Script
by Kathy Lohrum Cotton

What would he say
from his worn recliner
near the blaring TV–
stunned to see her
in a new red dress,
tottering on high heels
toward packed bags
stacked at the door?

After 37 years
of so little conversation,
she simply stared at him,
unflinching, and
flicked the latch.

What would she say
and what would happen
on that day?


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