by Connor de Bruler
My friend Lolinda is an alcoholic. She's now in her final year of training as a physical therapist and she has a penchant for drunk and driving. She'll down a couple bottles of Newcastle or Busweiser as she swerves through four highway lanes on her way to some dark and secluded saloon on the edge of town. She does her internships for physical therapy at the local specialists office. Most of her patients are victims of car crashes. Every time she drives out past my window, I can almost see the sweet blood red irony that flows amidst the broken glass and twisted metal in her future.
Connor de Bruler grew up in Greenville, South Carolina and has lived in Indianapolis and Nuremburg, Germany. His work has been published by Bending Spoons Literary Magazine and Fictional Publications.