This is my path, Reseda to Long Beach. This is my time, 5:00am. Five days a week and sometimes six. I hit the on-ramp and blow past the sleepy people who refuse to accelerate and hate their jobs. They don’t even know why they’re up at this hour. I’m here to get to work. I love my job. I love my people. I cut my own path through this darkness.…
A new apartment. I had searched for almost two months to find my new home. After living with Alice for almost two years, it was time to be on my own. I signed the agreement and cut a check in the morning before I headed for work. I felt great in the first hours at my desk. I congratulated myself on reaching another tier of independence. I was twenty-five, living away from my parents for over three years now, and moving upward through three promotions at a company I had high hopes for. I didn’t have a boyfriend since my break with Greg at the beginning of summer, but I felt this move would motivate me to discover someone new and take a sabbatical from the many nights of small wine parties with my gal pals.…
I received Priscilla’s number through a brief correspondence within the firewalls of safety managed by the online dating site. I didn’t know her last name, and to be real, how could I really be sure that her name was actually Priscilla? Her bio and vitals described her as pretty much like any single girl looking to find someone special in the greater metro area.…
