Janet hollered for her husband but he didn’t answer. She looked for him out back and in the garden. “21 days” she thought with a sigh. That’s how long he had been home from rehab. She passed the tool shed and smelled cigarette smoke. She stepped inside. “I’ve been looking for you.”
The ash tray, overflowing with butts, sat on his unused weight bench, he, on an inverted bucket.
“What are you doing out here?”
She couldn’t get through to him. She had tried.
“Dinner is ready”
She set the table and waited but he never came in.
This week’s photo: © Nathan Sowers (my grandson)