The leaves were changing. Writing dates felt different now that the month featured two digits.

Marianna grabbed her pumpkin spice latte after the barista yelled out her name twice.

Airports were the only place she ordered coffee. She wouldn't feel guilty since she would be stuck there.

It reminded her of  Spacecity ....

All he wanted was an ice cream sandwich . He was willing to kill for it. It didn't matter who. His mother. A random, innocent stranger. He'd strangle them or shove a knife into them for a cold ice cream sandwich. He even would've been open to killing himself so...

Patricia stormed through the hall holding a paper cup. Four minutes remained until the scheduled time. Usually she arrived at least 10 minutes before. Anything less made her nervous. But she had walked this hall a thousand times now. Enough times to not feel a gram of sweat while making...