Peg Wins the Raffle

Peg stood over her broken sink drain for minute number (she checked the clock on the windowsill) two hundred and fifty-three. A new record. Peg looked down at the rag, stuffed into the drain. She hadn’t changed her clothes since the funeral. That was three weeks ago. After a week, she’d started smelling herself and pulled out an old box of baby-wipes. She would roll … Continue reading Peg Wins the Raffle