My wife is paralyzed, so I haven’t been inti:mate with her for four months. Out of deep frustration, I left her alone for ten days to go on a date with the younger sister of my colleague. And then… the unexpected happened.

from the ceiling in slow, silver threads, and the whole concrete place smelled like oil and thunder. I should have stepped back, should have said my wife’s name like a prayer and gone home, but I kissed her back with the desperation of a man trying to erase his own reflection.

I told myself it was only physical, and then I told myself that lie again continue reading …