Taxi to Miami

by Francine Witte

Greta Feinberg is old and getting older, lines like flowers around her mouth, lines like spiders around her eyes. She stands on a New York City nightcurb, hailing a taxi, single suitcase by her side, single lightbulb still burning in a lamp upstairs. Morris, her husband, died out of her life one year ago, left a dent in the sofa, and she’s never been able to fluff it out. She needs to travel solo, my beautiful little diva, Morris would call her, and boop the tip of her nose, so it’s a taxi she needs. In Miami, she can blame the wrinkles on the sun. The taxi that stops to pick her up is yellow, not as yellow as the sun, but it’s a start.

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Francine Witte's poetry and fiction have appeared in Smokelong Quarterly, Wigleaf, Mid-American Review, and Passages North. Her latest books are Dressed All Wrong for This (Blue Light Press), The Way of the Wind (AdHoc fiction), and The Theory of Flesh (Kelsay Books). Her chapbook, The Cake, The Smoke, The Moon (flash fiction) will be published by ELJ in Fall 2021. She is flash fiction editor for Flash Boulevard and The South Florida Poetry Journal. She lives in NYC.