by Ansley Moon
In the three months since Ahmed had seen his wife, she had gained somewhere between fifteen to twenty pounds and five new freckles. Had her hair changed, Ahmed was sure he wouldn’t recognize her. He watched her every movement; the way she soaped the dishes, made his tea and cut the fish all seemed foreign. Her newly pigmented hands were like strangers, which both frightened and excited him. His absence was everywhere in the house - the lack of dirty clothes or scarce food in the cabinet. During his entire trip, he received only two letters from his wife.
Ansley Moon has published poems in two anthologies and was a recent semi-finalist in the SLS Unified Contest. She is currently working on collections of poetry and short stories.