Every time she looks at the pink lipstick, stuck in a drawer together with the others, she remembers how special it is, because of its story. It was given to her by her husband, in the final weeks of their marriage. They had come to a point when the uneasiness between them was something tangible, palpable. They were coming to the end of their journey together, she knew it. All it took was the courage to take a …
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Friday night and I’m at home. The boys have gone out – the elder to the birthday party of one of his best friends and the younger to a friend’s place, where their group will all get together for a few hours. He brought one of his best friends – one of the usuals – for dinner and then they left. As I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher I was thinking of the Friday nights of more than …
