BY KIM HUTCHINSON
“Hello?” he inquired politely.
A dial tone was the only response. It had been so long since the telephone had rung, he’d forgotten the sound. Undaunted, he picked it up every few minutes and asked: “Hello?”
One of these days or nights, someone would be there.
Yesterday, she dazzled. Professionally brilliant, she sprinkled starlight and success over the meeting.
Twice they cut her contract.
This morning, she woke to the banshee: “Individuals must get up early and put in a full day’s work in this economy!”
She smashed the button, breaking the radio. Where? she raged. Where?
“This is why I came here,” says the man from Montreal. He points to a Facebook photo of a woman from Missouri. “We thought the border could be our place, but…”
His eyes are red. He falls asleep as soon as the train starts to move. When he dreams, his fingers caress the keyboard.
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Kim Hutchinson is a writer and filmmaker, a former Detroiter, and an AmeriCanadian living on the border. Her fiction has appeared in online journals, and her non-fiction has played on television and radio and has been featured in print. Kim’s short films have been in international distribution and played at film festivals in the US and Canada.