I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

his Italian wool coat over the back of a dining chair, and opened an expensive Cabernet that had been declined on its purchasing card forty-eight hours earlier. He poured two glasses with the generous ease of someone celebrating.

He kissed my cheek. His lips were dry. He smelled of scotch and cold air and something faint and powdery that did not come continue reading …