When the Lights Go Out, the Vows Get Tested in the Dark

wife, Martha.”

The word county landed on my kitchen table like a cold metal tool.

I stared at the candle stub still sitting there from the blackout, wax pooled like a white scar. Martha was in her recliner, a blanket on her lap, looking at the bird feeder with the solemn attention of someone waiting for a train that might never arrive.

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