The ninth story from my short story collection Middle of Nowhere is up on my site. In “Detached,” an intense filmmaker keeps tabs on his wife by filming her every move until he begins receiving videos in the mail from someone filming him. Available now as an ebook on Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/Detached-ebook/dp/B00CP6GWR2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368454514&sr=1-1
THE CAMERA WATCHED THEM EAT DINNER LIKE IT DID EVERY NIGHT. Sadiora made a steak au poivre for Nick and a salad for herself. Another camera in the kitchen had filmed every detail of her leaving the steak on the grill for too long instead of cooking it rare like Nick preferred. They sat facing each other, each at the end of a long table in their large dining room that echoed every sound. She was blindly stabbing at the lettuce on her plate when she lost grip on the fork and it clanged against the floor. Only then did Nick look up.
“I’m going to get a new one,” she said, picking up the spinning fork while watching her reflection in the camera’s lens. She could see her frizzy hair that always seemed out-of-sorts, an untamed animal atop her head. Her long painter’s fingers covered up the strawberry birthmark above her collarbone that looked as if she’d been beaten there. But it was her mouth that saddened her the most: tiny lips that made her smile barely there and not worth the attempt.
The camera’s red light continued to beam a bull’s-eye on her forehead. She swept by its scrutiny and escaped to the kitchen.