bacon grease
Darla found herself putting the same old record on - the one she no longer loved. The one she no longer listened to. The one that was no longer her song.
“Thought you didn’t like this track anymore,” her husband called from the kitchen over the rising sounds of bacon grease.
She stared out at the hazy summer day, the answer almost forming in the fog.
“Habit.”
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March 24, 2021
Photo Credit: Pierre Gui