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for ‘reason’
she wracked her brain. There was no way to tell the whole story in
that little space.
    Dispensation sometimes took weeks or
months. There were only so many recognized grounds, bureaucracies
being what they were.
    Finally she wrote,
‘incompatibility.’
    That would have to do, that and her
absence.
    Heather put an eraser and a staple
remover on the paper to prevent it from blowing off. She went to
the closet and pulled out some clothes from inside of the green
plastic garbage there. Plain, ordinary jeans and a turtleneck
sweater, and Braden’s ironic final touch, a military camouflage
jacket with a black wool toque stuffed in the pocket.
    She changed out of her pajamas and put
on the clothes, always listening for the knock at the
door.
    Heather got her toothbrush, and took
the house keys off a small personal keychain, which was now empty
of all keys, and left them on the desk.
    Her pajamas went in the bag, along
with the slippers.
    She sat on the chair and carefully
laced up a brand-new pair of sneakers in somber greys and browns,
all suede and stripes. Heather pulled the bag closer and tied a
knot in the loose plastic at the top.
    Heather opened the window. She chucked
her few small belongings out into the night.
    Taking one last look at the room, in
the brush-line behind the house the lights of Braden’s vehicle
waited. She could hear the motor running. She could practically see
him inside, but it was pure imagination.
    She crossed herself reflexively.
Sticking the right leg over first, she kept a good grip on the sash
and got her other foot firmly out and onto the ladder which led to
a platform on the second floor.
    She managed to pull the window down
mostly closed and took a deep breath to calm herself.
    People said not to look down, but it
wasn’t so bad and she had to know where she was going.
    What nerve she must
have…hah!
    Heather was a free woman, and she was
also someone clinging to a fire escape thirty feet off the tarmac
below. Her thoughts focused. She began her descent into the unknown
as her heart lifted and her spirits soared.
    It felt like the right thing to do,
this. This was it. They had found each other, a miracle if there
ever was one.
    They had the rest of their lives to
figure out what it all meant.
     
     
    End
     
     
    About the Author

     
    Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written
fiction, and non-fiction for newspapers and magazines, including a
brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She likes to
make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has strong
qualities of romance. Out of work and recovering from a
life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica. Love
makes the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull.
Dusty squeezes a little writing in between raising a daughter and
building up her business.