Angie came home from work, and we had dinner together, as usual. After watching the news at 6, she went downstairs to her suite. Around 11 pm she came back upstairs, gasping for breath.

It was the kind of tug on the collar that makes a poodle turn around. I made a u-turn.

I pull a chair, and cradle his thin body onto my lap. He buries his face on my chest and sobs. 

I looked at my recently renewed passport with my maiden name on it, and realized that this would be my first time traveling as “single again”. 

I’ve never read my own writing(s) in public, so this was a memorable experience!