Jun 12, 2021
5 min read
Thy Fearful Symmetry
Speculative Fiction
It was too easy to catch the boy in the corner of my eye. He was a regular; I could see that in the way he laughed at his bar mates’ jokes and easily joined in conversations that an outsider would have known were already claimed territory. Another night, perhaps I would have stepped into the banter, offered an inviting smile to the boy in question, and bought him another drink.
