A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 3, September 2019

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Praniti Gulyani
New Delhi, India

The Ache

"I had a bad dream last night," she says.

I open the cereal box and pour milk. I do not look towards her. Yet she continues to speak.

"I dreamt that you had cancer. I saw you in the chemotherapy ward, looking so helpless and weak."

I stir the cereal, the sound of the spoon against the glass bowl deliberately loud. I do not want to go through this again. I know where the conversation is headed. Probably, in this version of the dream, she has sold our engagement ring to be able to pay for my so-called "treatment". . .

"But, for once, I was gazing at you with dry eyes, devoid of all emotion. I was totally indifferent . . ."

falling rain . . .
imitating the way
she says my name