He told his wife he was going out to buy a pack of cigarettes. That was twenty three years ago. Since then he’d traveled the world a dozen times over performing covert ops for a branch of the government that she wouldn’t know existed. She was never given any explanation for his absence. No calls, no letters, no body.
He kept tabs on her. When she remained alone all those years he thought she must truly love him.
He passed through the rusted gates to find a derelict house, and her bare bones.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: David Stewart
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