Read it in Bright Flash Literary Review
Or in Issue 5 of The Argyle Literary Magazine (forthcoming)
Mrs. Wilson
While Mr. Wilson takes raspy breaths on his nursing-home deathbed, his Mrs. is downstairs in the salon, head under the drying hood, curlers in her dyed brown hair, preparing for the up-coming wake and funeral where she’ll look her absolute seventy- eight-year-old-spring-chicken best following six decades of marital blah that passed without pulse or spark....