Fall River

Fall River, by Sara Spring

Walking away from the cashier and out the door I looked around the dusty gas station. Taking a cigarette from my new pack, I put it to my lips. Behind me the sounds of laughing children began to aggravate my nerves, but only for a moment. Just as I flicked the lighter a young woman climbed out of her beat up old car with a CT plate, her long black hair moved in the breeze as she turned toward the gas pump. Her soft sweet face was so fresh and innocent, I began to salivate. My legs moved towards her and I placed the cigarette behind my left ear. (read more…)