Issue 3:
Water
Laura Taylor Lambros
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Flash Flood
She gripped the wheel. Her palms slid over the leather, stiffened by the decision. The glow of taillights from a white minivan streaked down her windshield, then sharpened as the wipers cleared the rain. The minivan driver decided and crept forward along the lost road leading into the lake that wasn't there just ten minutes ago.
"See, I told you it wasn't that deep," her husband told her, his voice still angry from their fight. He held his ice-cream birthday cake on his lap and she pictured the icing letters floating on the chocolate pool.
Her leg shook as she watched the red lights, the driver riding the brakes, easing the van into the unknown. It was sinking lower, the rushing water rising up to swallow the tires, lapping the underside, then it was nearly up to the doors and her husband shifted under the cold cake. Just when she thought it would disappear beneath the dark water, the van began to rise, higher and higher until it was safely on the side where normality resumed. She was aware of cars behind her, smaller cars like hers, waiting to see the consequences of her decision.
~Laura Taylor Lambros
Laura writes in a recent e-mail, "I'm a full time writer, mother, and architectural historian living in Los Angeles." Email.
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