While She Slept, by Milo Anderson

I opened my eyes when I realized my wife had drifted off. She wasn’t yet sawing logs, but was curled up on her side facing out of the bed. And she was having those little fits of shakes that let me know she was well on her way to the other side.

I slid out from under the comforter, wrapped on my robe and padded downstairs to the kitchen. I reached for the bag on the counter and pulled out a ‘fun size’ Snickers. I peeled back the plastic and gobbled away. It was the last one in the pack.

From: Friday Flash Fiction

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