Love, Like Water, Will Find A Way In

Literary Impulse

Image by Annelise Lords

Tony Grant raced across the street on his bike as the light changed to green. He didn’t see the cab coming from the opposite direction breaking the stoplight, but he felt himself flying, then darkness. He felt cold, shivering. He removed the thing that covered his face, sitting up, glancing around. He saw trolleys. A funky odor burned his nostrils. He saw handles on small doors in…