129 - 1  day short stories
My ex-husband in a state of glazing staggered into the apartment and collapsed in the kitchen. I was scared that he has partitioned a entrance to the kitchen. I walked over to him and bent. He did not speak and just mumbled. Alcohol defeated him. I realized that I did not budge and asked: 
- Can you crawling? .... 
continuation of short stories tomorrow
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