Flash Fiction

I take off my clothes in front of other guys for the first time on a Tuesday afternoon.

The basketball jersey we wore had always been blue with white numbers.

We are in the apartment filled with his things, the things I helped him move from his old apartment just a year ago.

Another night you can’t sleep, the hot flashes coming faster than the passes your husband made during the days of your courtship.

What you didn’t say snapped like a rubber band to the wrist.