Published by Thrice Fiction, Issue 27, December 2019. (https://indd.adobe.com/view/f6d01996-5d7e-41a9-af97-d6df45a36d64)
Magnus believed he could go any time. Nothing and no one was keeping him inside his ninth floor studio apartment in an upper Eastside high rise. He hadn’t had a good reason to leave since Hester moved out. On that day, he’d cinched up his fluffy robe, slipped on his flip flops and carried her heavy suitcases to the elevator and down to the lobby, even outside to the back of the waiting mega-drone. He’d lifted her luggage into the trunk, shut it, and slapped the top good-naturedly. That was seventeen years ago.
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Suzanne C Martinez 
This story really gave me a chill. All of your stories were unique, worth reading, and I’m looking forward to your next works.
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Hi Elaine, Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed them. If you’re up for a longer read, I have a novel in the ‘almost a book’ stage. It’s 90,000 words. Just say the word. Warm regards, Suzanne
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Great story Suzanne… a dismal look into our possible future, although some people live like that already… Really well written. I like the almost matter of fact way its character accepts his reality.
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