‘Til death do us part. That was the vow.
I knew that meant, since I died, that you should be free of me. Somehow, I thought you would be happy to see me. That I dug out. Yet as I shambled up our driveway, grave dirt trailing off my heels, I felt unreasoning rage.
Rage at the unfamiliar car in the garage.
Rage at your silhouette through the window, wrapped around someone else.
Rage that my funeral had just happened this morning.
Once I had vowed love. Now, as I opened the front door with rotting hands, I vowed revenge.
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With Words We Weave 2022: Hope
Featuring an exclusive Hopeful Wanderer short-story!
For over 100 years, Texas High Plains Writers has been a part of great storytelling in Texas and beyond.
This year, our anthology offers a collection of short-stories, memoirs, inspirational essays, and poetry filled with hope.
With 22 talented authors, from best-sellers to the first time in print, there is something for everyone.
Great heroes of legends past sit side by side in these pages with the unsung citizens showing kindness to strangers. Humor, adventure, and nostalgia combine to remind us all that hope can be found anywhere.
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