“Wires”

{AN: I wanted to go ahead and post the short story that won me the Roy F. Powell award, not just for you all, but so I have a place to share it with family and friends.}

Dark. Quiet. Home. She breathed in a sigh of relief the moment the door was closed behind her and she leaned against it as her eyes slid shut. It had been an ordinary day, rather uneventful really, but sometimes those were the hardest to get through. Especially today. She’d found herself running low, wanting to go home earlier than usual.

She pressed her hand to her cheek and felt a layer of makeup there that she couldn’t wait to get off. The bathroom was always her first stop once she was in the door. Standing in the sterile white washroom she could relax and disrobe. Plus, she enjoyed the process of taking off her face.

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