by Christine H. Chen

He showed up on her doorstep on Mondays and Wednesdays like an abandoned cat. After she fed him wine and cutlets and love, he rolled over in her bed to snore and disappeared the next day into the skyline. You’re so fine. Like she was one of his samples of lint-less tissue he sold. She was a scientist researching blood thinners. I’m a busy man, he said when she asked to see him weekends. He curved his back like a cornered animal. Finally, she squished him between two slides under her microscope and discovered he was someone else’s husband.