After i lost my house in a flood, my daughter told me, “just stay in your car a little longer – i’m busy.” so i did. months later, i moved into my own beautiful home.
The cardboard beneath my back had grown soft from three months of body heat and the occasional leak from the Honda’s sunroof. I pressed my palm against the car window, watching the condensation from my breath fog the glass in small, perfect circles. Outside, the street light cast long shadows across the empty parking lot…