White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

out of the community center, the whispers of the committee members following me through the heavy fire doors.

The autumn wind had picked up, blowing yellow poplar leaves across the asphalt of the parking lot.

I reached my Buick and unlocked the driver’s side door, my hand shaking so much that the key scraped against the chrome handle.

I sat down on the continue reading …