Precisely at five, her little alarm chirped, and Clair left the law office and headed to the Tube. Her routine never changed.
She knew something wasn’t right when she reached the platform. Where were the crowds? And the train—it wasn’t hers, and it was pulling away. Continue reading Underground London
You are my favorite poison, the little voice says. You are late. I am late. Should I tell you?
I wonder who she is. You will lie and steal from me. I’m shivering, but it isn’t cold.
The voice tells me about her. I know who she is. Continue reading Waiting
Josefina got off the bus at 4th. She scanned the street looking for the meeting place. The walls were covered with graffiti. “This can’t be right,” she said. She bit her lower lip.
There was nothing that looked like a popular restaurant. Nothing looked open. She Continue reading Urgent
In the park, good days happened. A woman pushed her son and daughter in the jogging stroller. They played with a smartphone, laughing. Mom sweated and focused on her breathing.
Sunlight glinted off chrome handlebars. A soccer ball passed through the field and drew excited youth in its wake.
A woman walked next to a bearded man, talking. She reached out, Continue reading Subdued
Spencer walked down the path toward him.
His mouth felt like hot, sticky sand. This was a mistake.
He felt lightheaded. Just don’t faint. He forced himself to suck in the cool autumn air.
Spencer stood before him. She’d said Continue reading Flattery
We wait for him on the corner of Vliet St. She sits on a stump while I kick an old plastic bottle.
“He’s late,” I say.
She rolls her eyes.
The plastic crunches with another kick. I Continue reading Vliet St.
Our vacation to Italy was like a tour bus to the surface of the sun. We strolled around Rome and Venice, seeing whose flip-flops would melt first.
Maddy wanted to go shopping. I didn’t, but the alternative of sticking to and peeling Continue reading Heat Wave
Blindsided. I had no idea that the disastrous meeting with the clients was coming. No one spoke in the taxi.
The phone buzzed as I lay in my hotel room staring at the ceiling.
“Wanna get something to eat?” It was my colleague.
“Sure.” Continue reading Karaoke
It was Uncle Tim’s idea. He presented his brainchild over a bag of Doritos. “Let’s go south.”
My brother laughed. “South? Where?” Continue reading Gone South
Approaching the Georgia line, memory downshifts, rolling into the past. Once the anticipation of home enmeshed with my confliction, confusion and fear. Home always exists here, but life has driven off to elsewhere. Continue reading Crossroads