The Archivist

Tyler threw the divorce papers onto the table hard enough to knock my coffee cup sideways. Sign it and get out, you selfish leech. I didn’t cry. I didn’t argue. […]

The florist was the reason I called. That is what I want to say first, because it matters that the morning started with something ordinary. I had poured my coffee, […]

The cake hit the wall with a wet, heavy sound I can still hear if I close my eyes. It was vanilla with lemon filling. I had ordered it from […]