One Wrong Wind

She was—what was she? All of the usual clichés: a sparrow, a raven, a vixen, a vamp, cropped black hair and doll eyes, porcelain, fragile. She was also my wife, and on that Friday morning, her horoscope read: Stop reading from the same script.

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Kel Warren

Kel Warren is a writer in New England