The Season’s Precipice

One of my favorite parts about going to school in upstate New York was getting to leave, every year, for Fall Break. During my tenure as a student, it had become an annual tradition: my friend and I would pack our bags (with far too many belongings for such a short trip), place them in…

Flashes

“I want to be struck by lightning.” Jane turned her head and watched the rain droplets slowly accumulate into tiny beads of water on the side of the sedan parked in the empty lot in front of the grocery store. Occasionally the beads would grow bold enough to ignore the steady drizzle of their origin…

Corporate Ennui: Or (A Forced Metaphor)

I’ve been irritable at the office lately. It might have something to do with the gloomy weather, or the increasingly loud buzzing noise in the back of my mind that relentlessly insists that maybe my responsible life choices were, in fact, not the best choices. But if we’re being honest, it probably has something to…