Raftman entered his house. His wife looked out from the kitchen then looked back to the pots. "You’re back," she said. "You’re right," Raftman said. "I am back" "There’s no need for you to be sarcastic," "Val, how the fuck am I being sarcastic," Raftman said. "I just got in the door and you’re already … Continue reading Raftman entered his house (Super Short Story) →