I walked past a bus shelter yesterday. One pane of glass had been broken, leaving behind sharp jagged edges. Shattered glass was sprinkled on the pavement like hundreds and thousands. The unharmed glass next to the shattered pane had a piece of yellow A4 paper that announced "Quick Divorces $300".
$300 sounds like a small price to pay for freedom. A small price to pay to close off a chapter of your life. Complete it with a full stop. Rather than ease out of it with commas and semicolons.
Today, the broken pane had been cleaned up, the sharp edges cleared, and a yellow caution tape was fluttering in their place. The notice for quick divorces was gone too. Broken glass and broken promises, removed by municipal employees.
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