served and saved

        “Who is Believe?” he asks. She turns away from the window to look at him, but his eyes are back on the road.         “Huh?”         “Believe. Who’s Believe?’”         “Is this like a knock-knock joke?” “The sign we just passed. It says Jesus Saved Believe.” Whenever they go to the supermarket, they pass…

one-two-three…

This is his favourite time of the day – anticipating the moment the shutters of the neighbouring house open.  It’s always dark next door.  Since he’s been back, he’s never seen her turn lights on. He wonders yet again how she gets around at night. He rests his cup down and adjusts his chair. He’s…

seen and unseen

Maybe it was time to move, she thought. But go where? Everything was better before that restaurant arrived downstairs – before those umbrellas popped open. Had they even gotten permission to string them across the street like that – blocking everyone’s view? The restaurant came, and now carrying her heavy shopping bags to her second…

the croissant

Tucked in a back alley, running parallel to the main road was where she worked.  Here, she’d just graduated from Dishwasher to Deep Fryer. Into the fryer she dipped countless Snickers bars, the most popular item on the sticky, plastic-covered menus, sandwiched between the mustard and ketchup squeeze bottles. She hated the deep fryer.  Despite…