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A widower's love for his wife
Etheridge
by Aisha Robins
In phlegm-green overalls, Etheridge swipes at spiders’ handiwork on cellar stairs. “Solemn policeman,” four letters. “Webb!” He cackles, turns. Get it, Charlotte? Web! No giggles, just empty air.
He shuffles size twelve Hushpuppies across concrete to the workbench, reaches into blackness beneath with a once-muscled arm. Grey stubble and the very tip of a single strand of comb-over connects with wood-dust ghosts of doll house furniture. Enough longing to pull a heavy box into bare-bulb light.
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A couple still young in an ornate frame. His smile is pleased as punch. Her smile is shy.
“Ah, Charlotte. Not long now.”
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In phlegm-green overalls, Etheridge swipes at spiders’ handiwork on cellar stairs. “Solemn policeman,” four letters. “Webb!” He cackles, turns. Get it, Charlotte? Web! No giggles, just empty air.
He shuffles size twelve Hushpuppies across concrete to the workbench, reaches into blackness beneath with a once-muscled arm. Grey stubble and the very tip of a single strand of comb-over connects with wood-dust ghosts of doll house furniture. Enough longing to pull a heavy box into bare-bulb light.
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A couple still young in an ornate frame. His smile is pleased as punch. Her smile is shy.
“Ah, Charlotte. Not long now.”
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"Etheridge" came out of nowhere - as do most of my ideas. I shortened it from a 243-word exercise I wrote in 2020.
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