By Kenneth Weene on Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Category: Short Stories

Flashes From the Bye-way

They walk the shady paths of the park. He pushes the carriage, which holds their sleeping child.


“Have you told your secretary we’re going on vacation?”


“Don’t worry about it. Just let me run the office.”


He remembers a phone call that must be made.


Two weeks later, now alone, she understands. Certainly the secretary had known his plans.

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