The Choices We Make

Award-winning short story

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“Who the hell are you?” I asked as I stumbled into my kitchen. There was some woman, younger, probably in her 20’s, sitting at my kitchen table. She sipped her coffee and just smiled at me. I ran my hand through my hair and looked down at my half-naked body. I was not accustomed to strange people traipsing into my home. “Are you going to answer me?”