| Lisa Moore |
My sneakers were soaking wet and water squished and oozed onto the floor with every step I took. It had been dark outside, the headlights of passing cars were yellow and lit up the slanting rain. Neon spills of red, green, and hot pink were breaking apart in the slicks of water on the black asphalt outside. The bookstore was fluorescent bright, blinding and hushed. I was headed toward the magazines. My husband followed behind me.