Happy Medium

by Sarah Adler

Nothing worth paying attention to, she’s sure. Probably just some sexual attraction that got lost on its way from her brain to her vagina.

“Oh. I should have asked . . . is your bed comfortable enough? Do you need anything?” Yeah, she thinks. You in it.

“Attempted murderers don’t get to watch Bridgerton.”

The man is a flame. But maybe she is too. Hopefully, she doesn’t misstep and burn it all down.

He lied and he cheated and sometimes he took things that didn’t belong to him. One time, he stuck a finger in an apple pie cooling in a neighbor’s window. And another time, he stuck a finger in the neighbor’s wife—”

He mutters things against her skin that she can’t quite catch in full, but she makes out a “yes” and a “so perfect” and a “such a good girl”

This farm has become an albatross around his neck.