Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “The Patron Saint of All Domestic Mishaps” by Sarp Sozdinler

First, the dryer broke. Then the walkie-talkie in Brian’s room. Then my mother-in-law’s little marble angels lined along the topmost shelf of our china cabinet. No doubt we were being tested in some divine way, likely by the god of domestic mishaps, with all his elaborate wirework and minor humiliations. Whatever the case, it was…