House Trap
by
Coco Picard
I’ve never understood the post-coital photo genre but I have a few married friends who like framing such pictures and placing them in some relatively public part of their house so that, if you happen to be waiting while they put on a coat or use the toilet, and you do that thing where you happen to pick up a framed picture—because it’s on display, and you’re a little bored, and not really thinking—then you look at it and think, wah-wah post-coital, just as your friend walks up with a tiny smirk, like Gotcha.