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Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
“Goodbye, wrinkles.” Cynthia glared at her reflection.
After forty years of marriage, seeing her trim figure clad in a clingy silk nightgown still excited Lester. She slipped into bed and snuggled against him.
“Don’t do it, Cynthia.” He curved his arm around her slender shoulders and reveled in her perfume’s scent. “Please.”
“I’ll be gorgeous again.” Her lips, as she whispered, tickled his ear.
A week later, the surgeon’s mumbled apologies filled Lester’s dismayed mind like ashes blowing across a deserted cemetery.
“Internal bleeding…respiratory failure…cardiac arrest.”
In his empty bed that night, Lester caressed her fragrant nightgown.