A Fraught Encounter
An overcast sky, with whirls of gray splattered over blue like spilt paint on a completed canvas. Trees struggle to bud. I open the trunk of my weather-stained Legacy when Ilana calls.
She tells her story. Tall, hostile Tavaugn — who has an argument for everyone on any occasion — stands between her and her classroom. Calls her a “stupid bitch.” Says “ask me differently” when she tells him to move.
We close our conversation, and she thanks me for talking her off the ledge. I wonder how I did that.
trembling in the wind —
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Redd Angelo