Traffic #1

Megan sat in her unreliable Plymouth Reliant in 85 degree, remind-you-of-a-moist-mouth, Michigan summer heat. Why is the universe mad at me this time?  She looked around, realizing that she was being dramatic again; to be stuck in traffic is to be stuck with the equally unlucky.  Revision: only someone who is cursed could get stuck… Continue reading Traffic #1

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Traffic #2

Megan noticed, as all women learn to at one point or another, that it was taking all of the effort that he had to keep his eyes aimed at hers. Upon reaching his car, she had realized her power, his vulnerability. And who said she wasn’t spontaneous? Gary had said it. She wished her boyfriend… Continue reading Traffic #2

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Traffic #3

“Shonda, look!” James exclaimed. Shonda was looking.  Looking right out the window. She was looking as far as she could see. If she could have, she would have looked her way right out of that car, right out of her marriage, right out of her life. Not life itself, let there be no mistake about that,… Continue reading Traffic #3

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Traffic #4

Megan. She gets worked up over everything. It’s not like I called her a high school English teacher. Uptight. That’s what she is. Thank God I didn’t call her that. And now I have to go buy her something. When we met she was different, but she changed. They always go and change. A change’ll do you… Continue reading Traffic #4

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