The name Marla sounded familiar. It was an unusual name, and I was pretty sure I’d seen it before, but couldn’t place it. She was at a 7-Eleven in Virginia Beach. As I pulled in, I saw three young people having what seemed to be a heated conversation beside a car in the parking lot.… Continue reading Fire Signs, Snakes, and Working Girls

When I saw the name Mark and that particular destination, I knew who I’d be picking up. I’d driven Mark four times previously–three times to this one bar from his apartment and one time back home. The first time I drove him, he texted me as I pulled into his apartment complex. I am disabled,… Continue reading Graveyard Shift