I heard it before I saw it, a jingling of bells like the soundtrack to a corny Christmas movie. Then out of the mist rolled a small carriage, round and bright as a converted pumpkin. Florescent ... [+]
Kenneth N. Margolin is a retired attorney and lives in Newton, Massachusetts. Ken's stories have been published in Dash Literary Journal, Evening Street Review, Twenty-Two Twenty-Eight, The Literary Hatchet... "The Crosswalk" was originally published in Shot Glass Journal. It's now part of Short Édition's series, The Current.
Originally published in Shot Glass Journal
Between these yellow lines,
The promise of safety
Retreats before the distraction, impatience, the rage
Of my neighbor; who on the street would wish me well,
Then behind his car's tinted glass,
Succumbs to a darkness he does not understand.
The promise of safety
Retreats before the distraction, impatience, the rage
Of my neighbor; who on the street would wish me well,
Then behind his car's tinted glass,
Succumbs to a darkness he does not understand.
