Fiction
Everything
and Moreby Lynn Kostoff
The
wind funneling through the Buick’s window smells like the insides of a slow
Wednesday, and the horizon’s propping up a sky running the blue of a shallow
vein.
John DeMarco’s thinking milk.
That’s what’s on his mind. Milk is the point of
the afternoon. Milk and something else that keeps slipping his mind, but definitely
milk.
“Left of center,” Lauren says.
He nods and corrects, moving his hands back to
ten and two on the steering wheel. He’d been thinking about telling his wife
about the dreams he had the night before, but now is not so sure it’s such a
good idea since she hadn’t appeared in any of them. Lauren can be a blind horse
about things like that.
John glances over. Lauren stretches, lifting her
arms and flattening her
