The Wife says goodbye. She places her hands around the Husband’s neck, kisses him lightly. You’ll be fine, she says. The Husband walks away from her, led from the elbow by a woman dressed in scrubs. The Wife watches him as he lumbers down the corridor, becomes smaller and smaller, tilts under a doorframe and into a whitewashed room that waits for him… READ MORE at PANK, a literary journal.

Literary essay published by PANK magazine, January 2015.