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I Am Santo

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When she didn’t show at work on that Monday and Tuesday, her boss Lorna called Elyse’s home and cell numbers with a lump stuck in her throat. There was no answer and there never would be again. One day sad Elyse was here and the next she was not. Lorna still thought of her often, hoping Elyse was somewhere in the sun, laughing and walking arm in arm with the man she’d always seemed ready for but never found. She hoped that odd presence that surrounded Elyse hadn’t won out, but she couldn’t help believing that it had, and that somehow Elyse’s disappearance was the thing everyone sensed on her, like an echo somehow sounding before the crack of a kill shot.

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(3/3) This is another collaboration with the lovely @instablond1. Her photo, my edit and #microfiction. The words poured from me during this collaboration. Hugely thankful to you, Bar, for the inspiration.

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