BLACK RAINCOAT, BLUE STOCKINGS by Anthony Wallace • Cleaver Magazine
BLACK RAINCOAT, BLUE STOCKINGS by Anthony Wallace Nobody took Rhiannon there, and nobody took her home. She managed the whole thing by herself. When she woke up, it was dark outside. A light was on in the living room, and she could see it through the open doorway. She lay in bed with her eyes closed, trying to decide if it had really happened or if she had dreamed some version of it and it hadn’t happened yet. She hoped it had happened and that it was finally over, and at the same time she hoped it hadn’t yet happened, something that was still out there, a possibility among other possibilities. She lay quietly in the place between happening and not happening, between what had been and what might yet be. In the doctor’s office she’d waited longer than she’d expected to. She read a couple of magazine articles. One … chop! chop! read more!