March 9, 2014
Jodie stopped reading and placed her book on the end table. There it was again. The urge to communicate. The sinking feeling you get when you remember what you wanted to tell someone, but they are too far away for you to catch them, and your phone is turned off. So Jodie got up and turned on the tea kettle, laying a packet of green tea next to an empty cup. She waited for the water to boil in the bathroom, sliding a cigarette out of her soft pack under the sink. She took a puff, exhaling into the mirror.