I wonder if she’ll ever know, if she’ll wonder. She may reason with herself that he left her, or she may guess that something happened to him; it’s that something, though, which I doubt she’ll ever know. Soon, she may realize he has fallen off the face of the earth. There will be traces of him. She may find his car, abandoned. Maybe she will get as far as the shack hidden deep within the woods; if she is determined. There will be nothing there, though, no hints save for the most imaginative mind of what happened to her lover.
Drabble: I Wonder
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