From Dark to Light
500 feet. That’s how long the escalator is. At least I’m riding up. Up is always preferable to down. I stay close to the right handrail, watching the brave climb past. My hand is slick but I grip the handrail tightly, trying hard not to close my eyes.
300 feet. I can see light shining above me but I don’t look up, I stare only at the worn heels of the man before me. I hate this station.
Meet Henry at Wheaton metro. It’s the only way.
200 feet. I tighten my arm over the long envelope tucked to my side. I know what it is and I shudder with guilt and fear. I’ll rot in hell for this, but I love him so much. My mouth waters and my nauseated stomach reminds me of why there is no choice.
Course I’m happy bout the baby! I love you. This is the only way I can ever be free of her.
100 feet. I can feel the warm sun. I am almost out of the dark. My feet reach the landing and I step out. Henry stands before me, intimidating, large. I hand him the envelope. He places it in his leather jacket and nods. I am relieved and head back down the escalator.
Someone’s right behind me. I look back, Henry looms too close.
He said to tell you he’s sorry.
I try to run but something trips me. I fall into darkness cursing him, hating him.