A rip in time. by sharon crowther

Prompt: It's only been an hour

He is chopping tomatoes in the kitchen when he hears the front door close and the familiar clink of keys in the porcelain planter. The kids, three of them, are chasing the dog around the backyard and a medley of squeals and barks are carried through the open patio doors on a spring breeze. A pan of water simmers, forgotten, on the stove. Somewhere in the house, music plays faintly.
 
Anna throws a stack of plastic-wrapped shirts and dresses over the back of the sofa and kicks off her shoes.

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