Six

Only One Shoe

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Her voice tempted him over the phone.

“I’ll meet you in the usual place. Wait for me as long as it takes. I swear, I’ll be there.”

He drank four beers, sitting on the ground by the lake, last summer’s weeds surrounding him, dried and brittle. Each passing car was an unfulfilled promise, and every passer by a cruel reminder.

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