Between Consciousness
Horizontal body with face sunk half into the pillow, one nostril kept from breathing. If eyes were open, the futon would stand on a carpet wall. Above my head…
J4
They parked under a large sign that read J4. He commited the alphanumeric pair to memory while she opened the driver’s side door, giving a blast of hot air…
The Mustard Yellow Sweater
The sweater laid in the ditch, caught among the prickly brambles that seemed to like to procreate along the side of the highway. He glanced at it again as he…