Tag: Meghan Lamb

  • Meghan Lamb

    THE WIDOWER The old man knows he is—or was—at some point—married. He remembers traces of their marriage, reoccurring moments. Pink sunlight through the curtains of their kitchen. Sipping coffee. Gray-blue moonlight through the curtains of their bedroom. Getting into bed. Above all, he recalls her shape—the imprint of her shape—the space she occupied in bed, the […]