Cartagena looks like a great new magazine. Check out my story “A Cloning Affair” (which will also appear in my upcoming short story collection).
The day his wife left, Arnold Liggins found a huge clump of hair in the drain. It was his Claire’s hair. Unmistakably hers. There might’ve been a little of his mixed in, but he couldn’t see it if there was.
Arnold found the hair after she left. He didn’t see it coming. She just packed the bags and left without offering much explanation. He didn’t think it had anything to do with the drainage problem they were having in the bathtub. She had complained about it once or twice, but he’d never seen it as an urgent issue. When he took that first shower after her departure, he decided he was sick of standing in a puddle of soapy water. So he pulled out that ball of hair, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled it out with vengeance.
The hair was yellow as the sun, at least…
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