A Pocket of Air

October 2019

"Tonight Denny had parked on the fourth level, red/green, and to get to the exit he’d had to drive down and around and through the lowest cross-tunnel and now he was back up as far as level three, blue/yellow, and he was stuck. He felt like a constipated turd in a concrete intestine. That could be a metaphor for his life at the moment."

Published in Adelaide Literary Journal, based in New York and Lisbon.