Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"You okay up there?" Arlen calls to me.
"Just fine," I call back. The sun has come up like a squint on the horizon. Most everything we travel by is pink. The glass in the shops. The windshields on cars. The glint flecks in the sidewalks and on the streets. I haven't seen a cop drive by. I've seen no posters on the trees. No one and nothing but me and Arlen searching for Baby. We take a ninety-degree angle hard and wobble our way back to a glide. My elbows hurt more than my fingers.
"How about you? You okay?" I call over my shoulder.
"Time is of the essence," Arlen says.
— You Are My Only (Laura Geringer Books/Egmont USA), forthcoming October 25, 2011