These two flashes were published on Necessary Fiction where I was the writer in residence 24 September 2012.
Only in our daily phone routine do my neighbor and I punctuate strict silence.
“What?!” he barks, after the fifth ring of my third try.
“Never mind!” I say.
We hang up.
He’s still alive.
“Oh come on, Mom! What difference does it make if he spends the night? You think I’m still a virgin? At eighteen?”
“It’s my house.”
“I live there.”
“Under my roof, my rules.”
“My body, my rules.”
“Your body, your baby.”
“I know how to protect myself.”
As we glide into the mountain tunnel, lane-lines pound out their familiar beat into our headlights. She doesn’t think to remove her Ray Bans.