Slowing to Park by Chris Martin
In her car, on the way to the court house she said, ?Maybe I could call Sally. It would be nice to have Sally with me. She wouldn?t tell anyone.?
He didn?t look at her. He kept his hands on the steering wheel and looked for a parking place.
While he backed into a spot, she said, ?It wouldn?t take any time at all. She could be out here before we knew it.?
He put the car in park. It sputtered for a second after he turned off the key. ?We don?t need Sally,? he said. ?We?ve got each other.? Her hands were folded in her lap. He covered her hands with his hand.
?We?ve got each other,? she said and nodded. She looked at him.
He got out of the car, leaned in the open door and said, ?Don?t forget to lock it, when you get out.?
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.