After the Flood

by Kassandra Montag

It wasn’t just the loss of a thing that was a burden but the loss even of desiring it. We should at least get to keep our desire, I thought.

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There had been no awkwardness between us after that night in the cabin. Instead what remained was a deeper understanding, like we’d spoken at length after a long silence.

“You did what was easy. You’ve always done what’s easiest for you,” I said.