Camel Toe

by Chris Conroy

Joe wears his sandals with socks in the winter. He left his slippers at his old house in the fall. In summer he almost hit her — his wife — for the first time, like his father had his mother too many times before. That spring there was a switch, a dripping faucet was fixed, his wife lost weight and their dog — Bromley — was hit by a car, a Hybrid. Joe looked down, wiggled his socked toe in the sandal and thought of his wife’s — his ex-wife’s — camel toe before she lost the weight and slept with the plumber; he thought of the word love. Joe wears his sandals with socks in the winter.

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