The short fiction of j hardy carroll
He stood in the shadows watching her through the window as she ordered from the waiter. He watched her lips form the word martini. The waiter went away. She fiddled with her napkin. Her eyes scanned the empty restaurant before coming to rest on him. He knew she could not see him, was in fact looking…
Breathe. That’s how you get through anything, Aunt Gertie told me. If you breathe you stop talking to yourself, stop telling yourself that you can’t endure another minute. Focus on breathing and you won’t be thinking. You won’t be worried or afraid. Just stay right where you are. Inhale. Exhale. Just breathe and you’ll be…