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Upon a Pale Horse by David P. Varnes (Genre: Science Fiction)
"I'm serious, you need to come see this!" my wife hollered again. Something in her voice caught my attention this time. She rarely called twice, and I had never heard this amount of emotion in her voice, although I couldn't tell what it was. Sighing, I turned off the shower. I would just have to stink that night.
Stepping out of the shower, I just had time to hear the water start to drip off of me and onto the bathroom tile when my wife appeared in the doorway. Right away, I knew something was wrong. Normally, my wife was one of the most cheerful people you could ever meet. She spent so much time smiling that you would think she was born that way. If it wasn't for the way she relaxed her mouth when she slept (she would pout out her lips just like the Gerber baby) I would have agreed with you. But at that moment, she looked different. Her face was almost slack jawed, her eyes glazed over as if in shock. Whatever she wanted me to see, it had transformed my wife from an intelligent woman who spent her days teaching preschool at a prestigious private school into a barely educable idiot, almost.