Pablo D'Stair

“Some other passenger pulled the stop cord. I stood, waiting behind her at the center door, looking up at my smile in the tilt of circular mirror that hung lazy, like it was asleep, half dreaming me.”

“It means I'm glad I killed him, I said, testing it. But this didn't mean anything.It didn't mean anything, I said, dubious.But this didn't mean anything, either.”