Fatigue Stories

Keys click. Deserted welcome.  Scalding tears and suds purge her dutiful whereabouts. Beloved mom. Finite, fading.  Just like his understanding? Last week's soiree haunts the steam-curled solitude: carefree flirtations, a predator's perfume...amuse-bouches for a life-starved husband. Her eyes burn with soap and premonitions of rented release. Sylphlike fingers surround stiffened neglect, guide its escape from guilt. Engul...