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Oh good! another week of six-sentence-stories!  Our host, Denise, always has a great prompt up her sleeve–so if you’re new to this weekly writing challenge, click her link above to get all the info you need…then, go for it!  The prompt is: MARK.

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By long habit, Judd had made a mark on his mental calendar whenever The Dark fell on his wife, and watched for the best time to approach her with patient inquiry; he’d checked off the usual triggers–hormones, full moon, weather…falling barometer…

He finds her in the bedroom, crying quietly so as not to disturb him–“talk to me, Love, tell me what’s wrong”, and when she buries her face against his chest, he grips her gently lest she shatter.

It’s a scene they’ve repeated uncounted times since she was still a child and he was the older man she adored, the hero who promised to protect her–“was it another nightmare?”

She sniffles against his paint-splotched denim shirt–“I just get so scared,” she murmurs; (scared he’ll stop loving her, find someone ‘low-maintenance’; scared an intruder will break in one night and shoot him in the back as he’s painting yet another sunrise ‘just for her’).

“Love, you must stop reading true-crime books and watching follow-up documentaries…”–but she interrupts to remind him of the car bomb that blinded him temporarily, and the two shootings that earned him the headline “bullet-proof McMorrow” and a drawer full of commendations long decades ago; and with barely a pause for breath, adds, “or, what if you suddenly disappear like Richard’s fiancee and mother–I couldn’t go on living for years, waiting for someone to find your bones, and never know who or why you were killed!”

He kissed her forehead, cheeks, chin, lingered on her lips…then imitated Steve Martin’s dry wit…“ohhh, are you worried I might be abducted on a brief mindless-any-day-drive to buy Pearl black olives?”

~ Cale