Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

the kitchen counter near the breadbox, its black screen dark and silent.

“I need to use the restroom,” Arthur said, setting the spoon on a ceramic rest. “Keep an eye on the stove so it does not boil over.”

“I will,” I said.

He walked down the short hallway toward the half-bath, his footsteps fading as the heavy oak door clicked shut continue reading …