That’s the last one of the new chapbook in the can, as it were. And at last.
So when I saw Wanda at the bar I was cheered up more than I expected, you know? It was someone different, who wasn’t part of the weird rut that my life had become. That would be nice…
…except that she almost pretended not to see me.
Believe me, I know what that looks like. And it hurt a little to see a friend do it, particularly one I wasn’t ever even the slightest bit interested in. But maybe she remembered that, too, because she grimaced and came over to where I was sitting.
The first words out of her mouth, though: “This a Trawlr Fishing Hole?” Like she wasn’t going to stay here, if it was.
But I shook my head. “Nah. At least I’ve never met anybody here for dinner. Why?”
She looked at me, pretty steady. “I’m off the app.”
The way Wanda put it sounded weird. Like it was significant, and I should know why.