A Glancing Glance
From safely behind a large window I cannot move. The sun beats at the space between my hair, aging the crust of my aging melon. However, it is not the heat that plasters me to this spot, but the split-second look between two elderly women on the bus outside the moment a gangbanger jumps aboard.
April 14, 1912 a rumor is heard simultaneously by two ship passangers seated at dinner. Strangers, their eyes meet, connected by the terrifying news they somehow know is true.