The night air hung thick as sludge, reminding her of her Grandma’s milk gravy. About as easy to breath in too. Sam hated the weather here, and for the hundredth time, she swore to herself that she had to get away. “Maybe Portland,” she mused. “I would fit in in Portland.” It was an impossible dream, her entire life sucked her in, holding her down, and yet leaving her feeling all alone.
That sense of solitude was only exacerbated by the events of the LGBTQ social she’d just left. Honestly, they all knew her sexual preferences, but to some people, that just didn’t matter. Some just saw it as a challenge, a dare. Her face burned with many emotions as she stormed off down the sidewalk to where she’d parked her car. Angry, frustrated, and on the brink of tears, her feet stomped down the uneven sidewalk, her steps clapping a steady rhythm through the night.
As she left the thumping “music” of the dance club in the dust, a bark of human distress broke the sti...More