Taboo Fantasy (6)
It was Thursday evening, just past seven, and the neighborhood was quiet in that in-between way. You could still hear kids riding their bikes up the street, but the sun had dipped enough to make everything feel slower. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin had finally started to break. Cicadas hummed somewhere nearby. The sky was that mix of deep blue and orange haze.
You had been sitting out back for a while, just you and a half-empty bottle of cold beer. Rhea was still at work. Her late shift at the clinic kept her out past nine sometimes. You hadn’t said much to her since Troy left two days ago. It wasn’t that you were angry. It wasn’t even that you regretted anything. You were still trying to figure out how to feel about it. There had been moments where you could
