The Closet Light

“James! My closet light is still flickering!” Sally calls to her husband of nearly twenty-five years. “I can’t hear you!” James yells. “You know I can’t hear a word you say when you’re in the closet.” With a sigh of resignation, Sally looks straight up at the white spherical glass orb on the ceiling of the dusty closet. Flick. Flick. Flick. Beneath her, shoes are strewn all over the floor, separated from their mates. Some—mostly the heels–she hasn’t worn in years. Stepping over the mismatched shoes, she sees her favorite blue blouse. Her gaze moves from the blouse down to … Continue reading The Closet Light