by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Ré Harris

Her husband’s head rested on her lap as he recounted how it felt to stop loving her. “I keep forgetting,” he said, choking her, burying her, though he was earnest. “Why do I forget?” The polarity of this push and pull amazed him.

Eyes averting, her hands shrank from him.

He felt possibility again, smiling. “We can change our lives. We need to make plans.”

Catching sight of the tender touch of his palm to his chest, a gesture echoing the nature of his love for her, she receded, listening to his dreams about their future because she couldn’t scream.