20 December 2008
Vol. 8, No. 4
fiction, flash fiction
"I don't mean to be a dick," he said as she drove them west on I70, "but in this light you really look your age."
She was older by five years. Their ages faced off over the line between twenty-something and no longer twenty-something, but he looked like a boy still in college whereas she had matching but fading bath towels and a beaten-down couch in a home that she owned.