By Eliana Guterman
It was cold and I was lonely. A gust of wind blew the pale blue curtains inwards, softly grazing the floor of the almost empty apartment. I stared at the screen of our TV; well, I should say my TV now. I reached slightly for the remote, but he had put it down too far away. I watched the muted report of a devastating flood in China, remembering how he walked in and took the remote from my hand. How he hit the mute button and said he wanted to talk. How he really just wanted to yell. I had known it was coming. Like when the sky gets cloudy and gray and you know it’s going to rain. [Read more…] about Pet Peeves