by Allegra Hyde
“This too wild and fast to be love. But it is. Like in the movies, only for real. These things happen, I telling you. Not always with songs playing, except for the one singing in your own skin. People can need each other like water. It can be wonderful.
Waiting in the dark apartment, Eeona voice slice like a machete. ‘You are late, Mrs. Smalls.’ But I ain Mrs. Smalls no more.”