Little Places
Crystal Koo
Usha doesn’t exist outside of Migs’s admittedly enjoyable dreams. She’s a vessel for excitement, a destination for his neurons to fire at because
they’re bored of the pathways his resentment takes when he thinks of Lani. So bored they’re willing to go all the way to answering Aimee’s call for interviewees to make himself
feel like he really is cheating on Lani, which he doesn’t have half the courage to do.
The woman with the bright red blouse and the effortlessly chopsticked hair is at the corner table with an untouched coffee.
“Hi,” says Migs, glancing at the blank notebook the woman has been pretending to stare at. “Are you Aimee?”
“Migs, right? Hi.” She’s pretty, a morning bell, angular yet comforting, new world, warm, real.“Thanks again for doing this.”
