Damien Fry remembered nothing before the bus. He stepped to the wet curb as it approached.
The doors folded back, spilling green fluorescent light across the sidewalk. He shaded his eyes and climbed the steps.
Essays and Short Fiction
Notes from the corner table.
Damien Fry remembered nothing before the bus. He stepped to the wet curb as it approached.
The doors folded back, spilling green fluorescent light across the sidewalk. He shaded his eyes and climbed the steps.