Sitting in the therapist’s office. That’s when it hit her.
Her intuition had told her that he was straying. He had not been himself. Late one night, after a day of miscommunications, she had asked him, “Are you having an affair?” He laughed and asked, “With who?” She had muttered the name she suspected and he had said “Not with her.” Pulling her into his arms, she had crumbled, crying with relief. They had made love.
Now, sitting here after her family had been torn apart, she finally put it all together. She had been right, only “not with her.”
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
Oh, that’s a very good one. And I hope it really is fiction.
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Oh David! You DO know me well!
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Well done. 🙂
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“Not with her.” Hmm.
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Very good flash fiction. Did you enter it somewhere?
I’m with David. It seemed very real for fiction.
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This was really well written. It gave me shivers when I finished reading it.
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This inspires an avalanche of thought and questions.
Very concise with a lingering haunt.
Lovely and disturbing.
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As with most of your writings this left me wanting more… great talent Corina!
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isnt it funny how much more painful such memories become when you are no longer young enough to run right out and create another reality???
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It’s very good, Corina, but ouch.
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