Issue 17 Spring 2022
Issue 17 Spring 2022
Issue 17 Spring 2022
My boots thud rhythmically on the flagstone path as I cross campus, my face cool and calm though my mind seethes with frustration. I’ve been telling everyone for weeks now that Marjorie’s out to get me, but no one seems to be making the same connections I am.
I sit back down on the broken car seat we use for a couch and don’t think about Papa and I don’t think about Sergey and I definitely don’t think about what Pan Zielinski just said. I put that shit clean out of my mind and I turn the game up to watch Bolsinero make another crazy-ass pass to Márquez… but of course he misses.
It was late when Silvia pulled into Franconia, far later than she had planned. She found a diner on the quiet main street, but it was closed, as was most everything else in the town. Worse yet, the fuel lamp on the dashboard of the Mercedes shined a bright red.