Through the plate glass by Guy Yasko

Alice thought of Dean and Duncan as rivals. She had no idea what they thought. She had never asked. She goaded them because she felt more secure, more herself when they fought. “This is what Alice is supposed to do.” She liked the diversion. She knew she would miss it if it were gone. Would she find herself fighting with one or both? Where would that lead? At least she knew where their arguments went. It was safer that they fight. But what if they didn’t? She had seen them through the bar window, their eyes fixed to the game, sharing cigarettes, eating peanuts from the same bowl. She watched through the window until she noticed they were cheering the same team.

.

Return to This Week’s Flash