Crossing Over

For all intents and purposes, Eve was convinced that her passenger had completely disappeared. She had also congratulated herself, in helping the poor lost soul to ‘cross over’; all the while this poor lost soul was still onboard, asleep in the back, dreaming of his younger times.

At the intersection her phone rang - interrupting the live stream that was still recording, with its twelve people listening in, frustrated at the outage.

“Hello” she said tentatively.

“Hello” said a deeper voice.

A family of ducks crossed the road in front of her, as she idled at the lights.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series