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Not surprisingly, his wife’s voice hummed with constraint; she’d always strived to remain

in control. Even her efforts to conceive entailed a string of calculations incorporating the

finest details, including her suspected time of ovulation and basal body temperature, so

that their sex life had lost all spontaneity. Yet she had failed to fall pregnant—an

outcome for which he was secretly thankful.

'We're through, Louise.’

‘Jack—’

‘It’s over.’ He placed the receiver in its cradle, leant back in his chair and allowed the

gravity of the moment to take hold; it wasn’t as liberating as he’d expected and

delivered only a pint-sized measure of relief countered by the unmistakable ballast of

guilt.

Finishing his drink, he closed his eyes once more. Neon colours swamped his neurons,

reminding him that—for now—he remained tethered to the world, anchored by the

weight of corporeal existence and all its terrible truths.

Perhaps tomorrow he would feel better.