The Woman

by Clarice Wynn

She moved in on a Tuesday. The building buzzed with the routines of solitary men—sports on low volume, microwaves humming, chatter in the hallways. One by one, the men began to change. Scarves replaced ties, dinner parties replaced dinners, poetry replaced silence. No one asked why she came, or if she’d ever leave. They loved her.

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Clarice Wynn writes flash fiction between cups of mint tea.