Anna Ralphs - Couch

Her sister ran.

Outside, the city went on without her.

“Anna, for God’s sake—”

Neighbors sent casseroles. Her sister left voicemails that shifted from worried to sarcastic to resigned. “Anna,” she said on day twelve, “are you actually fused to that thing now?” Anna listened, thumb hovering over the screen, but the couch’s hum deepened, and she put the phone down. anna ralphs couch