While I'm Falling

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Genres: Fiction
Why does he have my phone?”     We were in the van. Wet dog smell hung heavy in the air, but it was raining too hard to roll down a window. Bowzer rode between my mother and the steering wheel, his front paws resting on her right arm. He was panting, but he held his balance fairly well, gazing out the blurry windshield and occasionally barking at nothing.     “Turn here,” I said. “Left.” Jimmy had told my mother/me to pick him and Simone up at the Union, where they would be angrily waiting and staying dry. I was to call when we got very, very close to the doors. He hadn’t said whether I should call his number or my mother’s. I assumed he had both phones with him.     “You must have left it there when you helped me clean,” I said, wiping mist off the side window. She was driving carefully, slowly, the pavement slick beneath the tires. But really, any speed at all would have been too fast for me. I wanted to just stop or, even better, turn around.
While I'm Falling
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