The Return

by Rachel Harrison

can tell she’s the kind of lady who appreciates a good, firm handshake. She’s burly. I bet she eats a lot of stew.

savagely lavish.

An unknowable amount of time passes.

“You don’t think I’m a cliché?” “Oh, no, you totally are,” she said.

He told me about how empty it all was, and I thought that made him perceptive, but really it was his way of telling me that he was a void, a bottomless pit,