“The Stranger Outside the Shop” by Aaron Fox-Lerner
Right when I thought things were getting better, the stranger showed up . . .
Right when I thought things were getting better, the stranger showed up . . .
“Baby, don’t go,” he says as she gets out of the bed—that same bed they’ve shared a dozen times or more. She slips on the tight mauve dress and slides her feet into her leather pumps. He’s pleading with her not to go, not to leave him here. But she doesn’t listen . . .