Barren Wasteland

“It’s a barren wasteland,” he said, looking to his wife. She took his hand in hers, concern entering her face for the first time.

“Sweetie,” she said, “it will be fine.” But her voice wavered at just the wrong moment, letting him discredit her honesty.

He put down his pencil, the paper on his desk remaining unfilled.

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