I Said Goodbye To My Husband Six Months Ago Until I Heard His Voice In A Grocery Store

just a touch outward from the fishing accident he had always claimed “never really hurt.”

He was comparing two cans of peaches.

The jar slipped from my hand and shattered across the tile. Red sauce spread at my feet, and people turned to look.

I was already walking.

“Thomas,” I said.

He looked up.

“Thomas, it’s me.”

For one impossible second, hope rose in continue reading …