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Today's 12 words at The Sunday Whirl are milk, thrum, traffic, matter, risk, trip, link, letters, chill, minute, urge and courage
She sits on the floor in the corner of a room, screwed balls of paper surround her. Nothing but meaningless letters on a page. The rhythmic thrum of traffic outside becomes a beating drum, louder, louder. The chill that she felt just minutes ago, now raw anger. Hurtling the pad and pen across the room, she draws up her legs and drops her head to her knees and sobs, and sobs.
It was another business trip he’d told her. He no longer works here said his boss. He hadn’t the courage to tell her. Did he think it didn’t matter? Was it a risk too far?
Muscles tensing, heart pounding, she leaps to her feet and flings a wooden chair at a window; shards of glass scatter. Books fly across the room as shelves crash down. Over goes a table. Smashed vases and ornaments crunch beneath her feet.
Before leaving, she sticks a note on the fridge. We are out of milk it says. Get it yourself.