Good as Dead

by Susan Walter

The bristles on the electric toothbrush we shared would be damp when I reached for it, and he pretty much always left the cap off the toothpaste. But now the toothbrush was dry, the curtain rod was barren, and the bathroom felt chilly and hollow and strange.

Wtf

I took the pills one at a time. Then went upstairs to my bed to wait for death.

You can’t create emotional content without experiencing emotions.