Tag: writing

The windows at the back of the van were tinted so dark that it was nearly impossible to see the world passing by. Craning my neck from the rear left seat, I stole a glance through the front window. A thick pane of frosted glass separated the driver’s cabin from my seat, limiting my understanding…

The Wallet As I turned my pockets inside-out for the umpteenth time, I felt my heart rate increase. My breath quickened, too. I was already late and this was not helping. I’d checked just about every corner of my room, and couldn’t find it. I checked the kitchen, the bathroom, even the laundry – no…