Tammy spent that afternoon in the throes of a sun-drenched nap, dreaming foggily of a world where she hadn’t won the state lottery. She was still at the plant. She hadn’t quit and moved to North Carolina. And she was still with Kevin, oafish as he’d always been.
In her dream she could still smell the dry must of the Mercury Sable, and she could see the sunset behind the decrepit duplex where they lived. 3-12-14-21-45-48. She never told him. She just left, on a Tuesday afternoon, while he was at work. Maybe the dream was a surfacing fear that he’d find her again someday, and pull her back into a life she’d never wanted in the first place.

Tammy spent that afternoon in the throes of a sun-drenched nap, dreaming foggily of a world where she hadn’t won the state lottery. She was still at the plant. She hadn’t quit and moved to North Carolina. And she was still with Kevin, oafish as he’d always been.

In her dream she could still smell the dry must of the Mercury Sable, and she could see the sunset behind the decrepit duplex where they lived. 3-12-14-21-45-48. She never told him. She just left, on a Tuesday afternoon, while he was at work. Maybe the dream was a surfacing fear that he’d find her again someday, and pull her back into a life she’d never wanted in the first place.

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