A camping trip with my best friend.
In the early hours of the morning, having pretended to be asleep due to excessive drinking, I saw it.
My intoxicated wife and my friend disappearing together into the silence outside the tent.
“Brother-in-law, I need to go to the bathroom…”
“Me too, with you!”
The zipper closed, and the severed time that followed.
At the end of that 'unknown void,' my wife returned and lay beside me;
unlike usual, she was strangely hot, and
that place, which was always dry when we slept together, was disconcertingly damp.
In a moment when I ought to be enraged,
sensing the traces of another left on my wife’s body ,
I began to sink into an abyss of depravity I had never felt before…