Sixty years with Alice, through good times and bad. She forgave me for the brief affair I had five decades ago, when I thought I was bored; now it’s the one thing she remembers through the dementia. I bury the shame as I care for her, tears in my eyes.

Alastair Millar is an archaeologist by training and translator by trade, living in the Czech Republic. His flash fiction can be found through linktr.ee/alastairmillar and he lurks on Twitter at @skriptorium as well as on Mastodon.