By Kip Knott
“It’s been a year,” he says, reaching for the switch.
“No,” she says from the edge of their bed where she sits, staring at the window.
“Please,” he whispers. “I need…”
“No,” she says again.
He lowers his hand and leaves the ceiling fan on for the three hundred sixty-fifth day in a row, not for the breeze that cools their bodies as they sleep fitfully each night, but because it makes the drapes move ever so slightly, as if their son is still giggling behind them the way he did the last time they all played ‘Hide and Seek’ together.
Poignant.
Wow! Poignant
Curious..
Clever story – at first misleading; then painful.
Painfully wonderful.
Wow! One of the best I’ve read. Nicely done.
Very moving.
This is so well-done that I feel both of their pain equally. What a successful story!
One of the best. So moving. Well done.
Very effective misdirection and an emotional punch at the end.
Written awesomely well.
Though — It killed me that the comments link for ZEN BABY we’re right underneath your story. So when I clicked on them everyone was like – awe, lovely, so sweet.
I was like what the hell is wrong with you people – until I found that it was, in fact, me who was wrong.
Wow, great story!