Flash Fiction | June 15, 2010

This Pivot by Justin D. Anderson

It is getting dark. The air is warm. Carl sits in his parked car across the street with the window down. The street lights flicker on.    He is surprised she is going through with the soiree, considering all that’s happened. Still, he shouts a greeting to each guest as they make their way to the front door. It is his house too.    Some of the guests shout back. Others don’t acknowledge him. It is one way or the other.    The procession ended, he steps out of his car, opens the trunk and takes out a lawn chair. He opens it up in a