Due to an injury, plus another project I’ve taken up, I will be unable to write short stories for the foreseeable future. In the meantime, please enjoy this short story, which was originally published in December 2014.
Darryl had only been at his job for a little over a week before Liza came home one night to find him already there, rummaging through the fridge and muttering to himself. When something got in his way, he tossed it over his shoulder, which was very unlike him. She was so shocked she didn’t know what to do. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen for several moments before she recovered the presence of mind to say, “Darryl?”