Fiction
by Lee Matthew Goldberg
by Lee Matthew GoldbergJane returned home from work sweaty and numb. The 4 train proving extra crowded during rush hour. An armpit to the face, tang of urine used as deodorant. Her b*a sopping and digging into her skin. A run in her stocking, pale leg seeping through. Hadn’t she just returned from a family vacation in the Bahamas? Tommy and Eloise’s footprints on the beach. Sandcastles and starfish. Her husband Kirk with a suntan-lotioned nose in a science fiction tome. Bob Marley on her earbuds. Felt like a dream she’d been told by someone trying to make her jealous.
Back in Brooklyn on her quaint, tree-lined street in Carroll Gardens. The restaurants opened for the night with outdoor seating even though the sidewalks boiled. A dog turd frying into the p
