Betrayal

Betrayal

The steel tools gleam and clatter as I sift through the tray. They are long, mostly – curved like a woman’s body and smooth like a woman’s skin. Except for the ends, which are sharp as a man’s betrayal. My betrayal. The tools are long because they were made to reach...
The Little One

The Little One

Always, I had wanted a son. To carry my name, to carry my knowledge. Always, I dreamed of this. Until I met her. “It’s a girl,” the midwife said, and I saw my wife’s eyes flicker – a layer of fear on top of her pain and exhaustion. I am ashamed to tell you this. So...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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