The 180-Mile Weekend Drive Nobody Understood

A seventy-year-old man in a denim jacket stands alone in the center of a vast, cracked asphalt lot surrounded by a rusted chain-link fence under the early morning sky.

Elena sat at her kitchen table at five in the morning. She watched the red glow of her father’s taillights fade down the dark suburban street. It was the fourth consecutive Saturday he had slipped out before dawn. The rest of the neighborhood was entirely silent. She pressed her hands against her warm coffee mug. … Read more