Calendar Girl


Oooh, twisty - Editor

by John F.D. Taff

It was at the reception that Josh spoke the first words that truly scared her.

The wedding, like the rest of Melinda’s courtship, moved with a dreamlike cadence. People drifted in and out of perception, events passed like objects whirling around the heart of a hurricane. Time, rather than connecting these happenings, separated them, split them into odd, unconnected vignettes.

Here she was, as if just awakened, getting married to a man she hardly knew.

It was only five months ago that they’d exchanged their first words across a conference room table.

Josh, the bright, new supervisor brought in from the company’s Chicago office.





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