by Eric Wilson
W. had not noticed his wife for three days when he recalled that she had wandered out into the ice.
He was cold. He was sitting where the mirrors are. He looked for his face in the mirrors but he saw only a dark gray oval surrounded by lighter gray. When he moved his head, the oval moved, so the oval, he concluded, must be of his making….
Eric G. Wilson has published three books of creative nonfiction with Farrar, Straus, and Giroux: Keep It Fake, Everyone Loves a Good Train Wreck, and Against Happiness. His memoir, The Mercy of Eternity, was published with Northwestern UP. He has fiction with The Collagist, Cafe Irreal, Eclectica and his essays have appeared in The Virginia Quarterly Review, The Georgia Review, The Oxford American, The Chronicle Review, and Salon. He teaches at Wake Forest University.
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