My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

the algorithm pushed one of her stories to me.

It was a video, a boomerang of clinking glasses.

I paused it. I zoomed in.

Those weren’t motel glasses.

That was crystal.

And the liquid inside was golden and bubbly.

In the background, out of focus, was a window. Through the window, I saw the wing of a plane, but not a commercial airliner. It was too small.continue reading …