Seven

He approaches the house with the same temperament in which he left.  With a calm breeze at his back and vindication in his heart, he holds his breath and knocks.  It’s been seven years since he last darken that door; seven years since he’s gazed dreamingly into her unassuming eyes.

LaRonda Gray Moore

Submitted to the 50-Word Fiction Competition.

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