Apotheosis

by Robert Gryfft


"Honey, where's my cell phone?"

She's going to see I'm not downstairs, and then she'll come up here.

"Honey?"

She'll straighten that picture, even though she's late. In a minute she'll come upstairs.

"I'm late! Have you seen my-"

There we go. Right there. That look on her face. That makes this all worth it.