by Ethel Rohan
Her partner wore breadcrumbs in his beard. She gestured and he wiped at his chin, his pink lips.
“Our neighbors seem nice,” he said.
They had moved from a gated community in the suburbs to a two-bedroom detached in the city. She liked change, to start afresh, but he felt a sense of failure about the downsize, the need to watch their money. (more…)