The Ex Talk

by Rachel Lynn Solomon

The deceased don’t immediately become flawless human beings. And it wouldn’t be right to turn him into one. We loved him, faults and all.

“Great,” I manage, and it’s really not good, the way I crave chocolate the rest of the week.

“Refresh my memory?” “You remember.” He knocks my arm with his elbow, and for a moment, I’m convinced I really do have that fake memory locked away somewhere.