Here is my spare pillow. It’s far too tall to sleep with, so it mostly gets used for back support while I’m reading in bed. 

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Heather’s Story

The day was new, the sun was shining, and Heather had a new boyfriend. All was right with the world.

She sat at the table in the coffee bar waiting for him to show for breakfast, visions of sugarplums dancing in her head. She absolutely couldn’t wait for Richard to show up so she could enjoy one more precious day with him before he had to fly to Bulgaria for his mission to begin. He was the top secret agent in the country, possibly the world!


What Heather didn’t know was that her marvelous new boyfriend, the catch of all catches, was a complete and utter fake.

In about twenty minutes, her smile would begin to droop. The waves would crash a little more loudly. The sun would shine a little more harshly.

Forty-one minutes after that, she would pull her sunglasses down to cover her eyes as she shook her head at the waiter, refusing another refill.

Seven minutes after that, the first tear would break free of her lashes and begin coursing down her face.

She would try to cover it up by stretching her arms and rubbing both sides of her nose, but the happy couple at the neighboring table would notice the damp streaks her fingers would leave behind.

Exactly two hours and four minutes after Heather first took her seat, she would give up all pretense of a facade, and leave the coffee bar crying openly, her feelings of joy a distant memory.

Richard would still be sleeping in his hotel room, without a care in the world.

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