susan taylor chehak

What this man from the city doesn't know to do is look up. His focus is on his feet. New boots on the old trail. Dirt. Shale. Weeds, shadows, flowers popping up all around him now because although there are still patches of snow on the ground, spring is in the air. His wife, up ahead, has gone her own way, but when she stumbles he's right there at her elbow to catch her before she falls. He's good at what he does, and what he does for her is be her husband. Constant companion. Caring and kind. Steady and strong. And yet she shrugs him off and moves on, angry with him for some reason he can't know, because lately she's mad at everyone. Everything. All the time. The air is warm with the heat of her rage. Read the whole story here: https://www.sandpipermag.com/4-prose-susan-taylor-chehak.html