Tomorrow's Vig

Quarantine

Pointillism illustration of an angry man's face.

His hog-trough chewing sloshes around in my eardrums. “Should we move the planters later?” he asks, lifting a piece of squash to his unwiped mouth. I look away, anticipating the horrific smacking to come. “Sure,” I mumble. Before the shovel unloads, his phone goes off on the counter and inside I’m sighing sweet relief. The […]