Seven Year Itch

You held this close to you, like a secret, didn’t tell your parents, didn’t tell Nell, didn’t tell the coworker who confessed their own diagnosis of leukemia to you with a look in his eyes of please tell me your life is falling apart too.

The Sky is Falling

A throng of people howled their lungs out.  All sorts of people.  Jack saw cream and navy suits, tattered denim, bright candy flashes of sweatshirts and pea coats all amassing together.  People cradled their phones to their cheeks and wept, and the sound frightened birds out of trees.