A Disappearance

Sienna’s boyfriend started to disintegrate. It was her 37th birthday. She had only wanted him to tell her something nice. When his body pixelated as he cut the cake, candle wax melting on the frosting, she reached for a knife on the table. “It’s okay,” he said, “One minute you’re here, the next you’re anywhere else.” She was older and was finding pieces of him around their house, in the backyard, on trailheads and in dumpsters. The sonic etching of his voice in the halls. His Cubs baseball cap on a strange woman’s head at the farmer’s market. “Do...

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