SOMETHING ABOUT HER
Paul was running. His goal within reach, he picked up his pace, dodging obstacles in his path. Nothing could prevent him from getting there. He put on a burst of speed, determined to outrun his shadow.
Before going to bed the previous night, he’d calculated how long it would take for him to arrive at the meeting ten minutes early. Then he’d set two alarms. He had woken before the first alarm sounded, thrown on his running clothes, and dashed out of his apartment before the second alarm had even buzzed. The predawn streets had been empty, except for him and a bulky street sweeper machine, veering in and out of the parked cars, clearing dirt and debris from the city’s gutter.
Leaning out over the trolley car track, he willed the pinprick of a trolley’s headlight to appear in the
