Sunday Afternoon

We have consumed our doses of morning coffee. The warm scent of bacon has diminished from the air. In the background buttons and zippers clank against the inside of the clothes dryer. My hands wrinkly and pale; the last remnants of breakfast. I reach for the grey dish towel dangling from the handle of the oven. I slowly exchange grip on the towel from left to right hand. I make my way to theā€¦

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