Sunday Blues
By Olivia Salter
Word Count: 109
The vinyl crackled softly, Coltrane’s saxophone filling the tiny kitchen. Lila stirred the pot, the scent of collard greens and smoked turkey thick in the air. Marcus leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her.
“I don’t understand why you left without a word,” he said, his voice tight.
Lila didn’t look up. “You shut me out every night, Marcus. What else was I supposed to do?”
His chest tightened. “I didn’t mean to. I just... I didn’t know how to fix it.”
She met his eyes, searching. “You can start by trying, Marcus.”
Silence settled. Then he took a step forward, hand reaching for hers.
“Let me try.”
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