He
rode the elevator to the basement parking garage, bracing
himself between a metal handhold and a luggage rack filled with their
daughter’s wedding gifts. His ex’s musky perfume reached into his
past, infusing the stories they traded on the way to her car. She was
the only one he loved. Laughing, she told him that the lights on the
Bay Bridge kept her company at night. She’d never moved.
He wanted to see the metal span from the window in the bedroom of
their old flat. Maybe the view had changed?
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See her on-line stories in the profile links.
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