[Editor's Note: I wrote this in a reflection on the Black Fatigue conversation currently sweeping social media. This incident happened forty years ago and is vivid in my memory. I believe the woman in the fitted blue suit--her name is Dannice, it came to me yesterday morning--would be hurt and distressed at where we've landed … Continue reading A Writing Prompt
Category: encounters
Traffic Light
When I spotted them my first thought was nautical: She's broad in the beam. So was my second. He's three sheets to. I pegged them instantly as a breed of retired couples I've become very fond of. Homey and doughy and okay with that. They spend the golden years, health be damned, doing the things … Continue reading Traffic Light
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 