“The night after the funeral he found her crumpled in the shower, cold on full blast, earth and blood clinging to the tiles. Her eyes were closed; she looked like she was trying to be sick, gulping and hacking. Still dressed in the stiff old gown in which they’d buried her, now drenched grey against grey skin. She was shaking. When he said her name she looked at him with white eyes.”
A story about a man and his dead wife. Winner of the Manchester Fiction Prize. Read online here.