January 18, 2014
Timothy was in a cab on a freeway curve just outside of Miami. He looked out at the too-bright sun bleached landscape. A green Buick moved in on them from the right. The driverís eyes flicked in the rear-view mirror. Timothy was sleepy. It was the movement of the cab and the heat. He thought he would close his eyes for just a moment. He woke up with something tickling his lip: a fly. He jerked his head in annoyance. Then he realized he was no longer in the cab. He was leaning against a small tree alongside the expressway.