Sublime

She’d received a small raise for her museum class. The job meant little to her, and because of her indifference, it was easy.

He thought of his mom. You lived every day with someone and then you left, and even if they were failing, you lost your virginity; your lives weren’t interdependent anymore, though you’d once been everything to each other.

Their conversations didn’t catch, the way Lina needed hers to lock and turn.

Walter would tell him the love of your life is the person with whom you spend your life.

They could spend an afternoon together not saying much, but when he left he felt nourished as if he’d eaten a light but healthy meal.

What he liked best in college was meeting a friend for a walk. He wished he could major in walks.

When Lina called Jess that day, she heard something new in her friend’s voice. Jess, she could tell, was getting better. Soon, Lina would be alone in this unexplainable place.

When Lina left the ground-floor office, it was snowing. Taxis moved slowly as in a dream. She skied along the park uptown.