Queen Sarah: Stories

My wife traded me by the neighbor's son Brad. And now my life flipped upside down. My name's Tim, and if you saw me on the street, you'd probably forget me two seconds later. Average height, average build—soft around the middle from too many desk hours and takeout nights. Glasses that always slip down my nose, hair that's starting to thin at the crown even though I'm not even forty yet. I'm the guy who apologizes when someone else bumps into me. Safe. Reliable. Boring, probably.