He Comes Home
He had gotten off hours before she expected him, so he was pleasantly surprised to see her car in front of the house. He opened the front door expecting to see the glass doors leading to the backyard open and her working in her garden. Instead the doors were closed. Pausing in the doorway, he listened for the sounds of her doing laundry or cleaning, but the house was silent — not even the kitchen radio was, as it was so many times, playing top radio hits to an empty room. He looked down the...