“Darling, we’re out of vodka.”

Those were the last words he’d want to hear.

She met him at the door, arms outstretched to take his coat and hat, playing her role perfectly.

“I’m going to the club,” he snarled. No kiss.

“I know,” she whispered to the closed door, smiling.

Jill Kiesow writes fiction and poetry, and has had two short stories published in the Matador Review and one due soon in Ariel Chart. She has worked and written for the Animal Protection Institute, was a guest author in the Sacramento News & Review, and has an English Writing degree. She is a long-time vegan and animal advocate, has worked at a shelter, and is an occasional foster provider. Jill is an at-home mom in rural Wisconsin with her husband, toddler, several rescued cats, and recently adopted shelter dog.