“After she fled he became his own wife, ironing in his underwear, dusting the shelves, moving the figurines to the dining room table then replacing them carefully when he’d finished waxing the cabinet. Wearing her apron, he often made casseroles. Sometimes he’d sit on her closet floor and move his face through her dresses, like a dog searching in a field of high grass.”

-From Lou Beach’s collection of short stories, all 420 characters or less.