Slamming it shut, he patted each and every pocket of his jeans, pulling the front pockets inside out and spilling his car and house keys, a small handful of change, and a half-roll of wintergreen lifesavers, his eyes fixed on his tearful wife.
Patting his back left pocket, he pulled out his wallet and spilled it all – credit cards, photos of the kids, old engagement photo of him and his wife, twenties and tens and four wrinkled dollar bills – on the kitchen counter.
“I guess that’s it, then,” Tommy growled at her, his tone dangerously soft. “I really have lost my integrity.”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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