Sunday Stories: “The House With the Plexiglas Frame”

The House With the Plexiglas Frame
by Martha Anne Toll

Lynette awoke to find her husband Jack sitting in a Plexiglas house in her brain.  He was as clear to her as the blinking red 7:01 on the face of her digital clock.  Just in case, she rolled over and checked again.  He was not on his back, lips open, snoring. Gone.  As if she needed evidence! Her head was throbbing, punctuated like snare drums rat-a-tat-tatting.

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