I slip in at the side door, the exit we used to leave by after Brownies when she was ten and I was seven, and I slink upstairs to the balcony. The peepholes are still here, small cracks in the…
En Garde
My thumb and forefinger repeatedly click and unclick the cap from the lipstick. An overnight bag sits on the floor at my feet, half unpacked from the conference. The wait has been interminable, enhanced by the suffocating warmth of our…
Bitterness
Tonight I found out my husband is having an affair. Tonight all the pieces I had never seen, attached. I’m conscious that I should feel something. Jealousy. Anger. But nothing seems to penetrate. Wait; there is certain sympathy for the…
