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A Little Drabble: Mysterious Ways

Sheila knew exactly what Robert would say before he said it. It wasn’t a gift or magic, just common sense. The furtive manner and long pauses all added up to the inevitable.

“Its… over,” he mumbled finally.

“I see,” Sheila sighed. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change your mind, is there?”

He didn’t look at her or respond.

“Right,” she said and turned to leave. “There’s no use for you now.”

At that, Robert’s internal workings all stopped simultaneously and he slumped forward.

As Sheila left she glanced backwards at his limp, hanging frame and smiled.

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