Liminal Spaces

A fish tank near the foyer emits a Gatsbyian green glow, caked in so many layers of algae that I am shocked to see the fish are alive.

Jake’s dad’s funeral weekend begins with a flash of violence as we leave Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.

His Jeep reverberates as he blasts some antagonistic rap song, piercing the midnight air. I go to turn the music down and he pushes my hand away, inadvertently hitting me.