A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

I had brought in from the porch.

His work trousers were rolled up to his shins, and his skin looked tight and shiny around his ankles, which were twice their normal size.

I knelt on the linoleum floor and pressed my thumb gently into the side of his left ankle. The pale indentation remained in his skin long after I pulled my thumb away.continue reading …