A breath. Bobbing. My eyes gaze up at the blue sky.
A breath. I sink. The cold water surrounds me.
A whistle. A splash. Motion and waves move towards me.
A hand. A snatch...
Before their embrace, he visited the bathroom yet again.
“Got cash?”
She paid. They both knew he should have his own fare. They both knew why he didn’t.
“Talk soon?”
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Earlier this spring, I took a picture of the pink blossoms at the East Brunswick Public Library. This picture was featured on the Tap-Into East Brunswick news. I am grateful and honored that my...
