My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

or be driven to the hospital. I said the ambulance. I did not want to be in any car that belonged to anyone in that house ever again.

As they walked me out, Richard lifted his head.

“Clara.”

I stopped.

He looked old, suddenly. The iron in his hair looked like ash.

“I am sorry,” he said.

I thought about it. About the TV going louder while I screamed. About continue reading …