Beside window daylight streams, Madison bites her lower lip noticing wet sunset miasma materialize ghostly. Anxious paint smears swirling—palate-induced, sleep-deprived, haunting her instability…
“Why?” More demand than question.
“Maddy…” his sigh bypasses reason, facial tone butter yellow. “I’m back for farewell.”
“Why did you?”
“Just couldn’t anymore, Love.”
“Coward!” Madison screams; easel crashing also.
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“The Scream” image in title by Edvard Munch.
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