by Suzanne Baran
She was clueless as to how to react. Sitting on her bed, she put on her best stone-cold face bluffing herself into oblivion. He stood there, drenched in the sorrow of not understanding why he was meant to suffer again, and what was he being punished for. One week later, still numb, she went to gather her mail. The doorman handed her a plastic shopping bag filled with underwear, pantyhose, CDs, and two pairs of pants she hardly wore. A note inside the bag read: Here’s all your stuff, good luck with your life.
Suzanne Baran, a former financial journalist, is a content writer / programmer for Yahoo’s front page. She reviews music & films for The Big Takeover.