Cleo and Nic

It comes up quickly. Years roll on, and suddenly there’s a scar cut into your midriff where an appendix nearly burst when he was fifty-five. He has a mark to indicate where his gallbladder was removed and most of his teeth are crowned now. His hair is nearly gone, hers has grey showing through her red curls. What passes for a life? Forty years gone; children, a wife; an eye on retirement? A mother passed away. Tuesday nights and Saturday afternoons. A routine as fixed as a marriage now...Read more here