She sits across from me, studying her straw as if realizing for the first time that someone has chewed on it. She looks back up at me.
“She wants to tell you something, but she can’t”
“Why not?” I ask, gritting my teeth against another cryptic answer.
“Because she doesn’t know how”
I looked down at the greasy linoleum table and shook my head. She shook her head too letting out a soft laugh.
“Why do you care so much about all this anyway?”
“Why do I care? I care because people of your same description have been popping up all over, first just the city, then the state, now the whole fucking country.”
She scoffs.
“Come on, why do you really care?”
Nihilistic Porcupine 