Fiction

Most damning of all, however, was that Gregory was unable to fathom a metaphor.

I hadn’t spoken to Laraine in over two years, not since I asked her if she wanted to go to an Anita Baker concert with me.

With a different husband, she could have been bidding along with everyone else. But she’d made the mistake of choosing him.

All we can do now is work with what we’ve got, even if none of it is what we asked for.

People stare at me when I leave the house.

God I was asleep for so long.

'Don’t look,' she says, but she wonders what she would do if he did.

What we do here is not illegal—not technically.

Before she could do anything, the camera clicked.

We’re all killing ourselves one way or another.