Hiding Spots

By Rosey Lee

“Where have you been?” I asked.

It was 6:52 a.m. and my voice echoed in the quiet corridor of the hospital’s rehab wing. I fought to contain my emotions, but I found some deliverance in the echo’s dramatic effect.

Chad stood 20 feet ahead of me,in the doorway of his mother’s room. He glanced at me, his eyes widening briefly. I simultaneously became aware of the piercing click-clack of my…




The Reverse Escape

By Rosey Lee

“You didn’t tell me you bought a car. It’s a good thing I don’t have much baggage, I mean luggage,” Ada said, embracing her best friend. “Same difference, I guess.”Lesley had pulled up close to the airport curb, barely missing the tire of the shiny, silver sports coupe she drove. Ada balanced her weekend bag and purse on her lap and struggled to close the car door, the bottom scraping the side walk as she pulled.