Sep 9, 2019
6 min read
Time for Play
A short story about death, motherhood, and what really matters
My husband sits on the floor playing the stupid game I bought for his 30th birthday. I smack him over the head. He doesn’t move.
I’m leaving.” I say.
“Yeah.”
“How do I look?” I bite my lip. My hair is curled and the bags under my eyes concealed. For once I…
