A Disposable Husband
By Iyana Jenna
Kyle’s standing at the small porch staring up at the house, swallowing hard. He wonders what makes him feel more hesitant—the house itself, or the reason why he’s there in the first place. He has checked with the address he’d been given and yes, it’s the correct place. But this—this makes him feel like Alice in Wonderland.
The house is unlike the others around it. It looks almost—too cheerful. Like it belongs to a hippy with bright and sunshiny paintings and yellow and light purple flowers growing in the garden. Kyle almost expects to see a man in his early twenties with long hair, long beard, and a pair of round glasses coming out of the door. It’s quite unlikely, of course, for someone with that look to have the kind of service he offered Kyle. But
