It Takes Flight Unseen

Ala hadn’t noticed the waiter serving her her orange juice. It was as if the glass had mate­ri­al­ized out of nowhere when the cloak of reverie slipped off. She felt embar­rassed, inat­ten­tive, boorish. Another stumble in the proud lineage of stum­bles she called her life. “Thank you!” she called as … Continue reading It Takes Flight Unseen