There’s a stranger in a red t-shirt on the bridge at the crossroads. He doesn’t avoid eye contact like a normal person. He stares into the car, locking eyes with me. I notice the backpack on the ground in front of him. “Pull over,” I tell Bob. I roll down the window. “Are you […]
The Unwanted Cake
I’m standing at the kitchen sink, trying to rinse cake frosting from my freshly washed hair, when I realize I have a choice. It all started with Bob’s birthday two days ago. “I don’t want ANYTHING,” he told me a few days earlier. His birthday feels like the first true spring day we’ve had this […]