My first fiction publication, published by the wonderful OCH Literary Society. I’m so happy! Thanks to everyone for the support, encouragement, and coffee, and a big thanks for Allison Burke for establishing such a beautiful writers’ community!
Liquor drips like charred oil from her eyes as she looks at him in the rearview mirror. I hate that look. I turn and look out across the bridge, all dark blue sky stretching across the streetlamps and the rumbling waters below melting into the jazz wafting from the sidewalk bars. If they ever tell you that jazz is comforting, or peaceful, or inspiring, they’re all lying. Probably to themselves, too. Jazz will seduce you like the city itself and then you will have nothing left but a hangover and a bag of half-filled dreams and no idea what to do with either.
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