The Sighting – fiction by Yong Takahashi
I see you again – walking towards me – with your confident stride. I notice your closely-shaven beard, white, button-down shirt, and neatly-pressed slacks. You always took so much pride in your appearance.
I wipe my palms on the dress you bought for me. The blue silk soaks up the moisture and I curse myself for ruining the dress you never saw me wear.
I leap from my seat as I try to close the space between us. The other workers glide past me, slowly, in fragmented snapshots, like charred...