Metropolitan Avenue

Metropolitan Avenue

Reprinted from the Chicago Quarterly Review (summer 2008)

Do you know where we are?”

“Absolutely.”

“There are no lights.  I’ve never seen a city like this.”

“I know where we are.”

Eve pulled on her fingers, one by one, to crack them.  Frank drove and she watched the road.  When she finished with both hands, she said, “I wish there were people around.”

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