Mara Berg

Finally the cab veered off at the Cesar Chavez exit. When I arrived home, all I could do was watch from a distance as the black cloud above Valencia Street expanded like a malignant tumor.

We all know your company will never, ever use those sparkly iron-on letters you found at Michael’s.

His brother summoned their other roommate, Adam’s best friend, and together they tried to breathe life into him with CPR as I dialed 911, my body quaking. The attempts were futile. My first love was dead.