Transtition
By Andrew D. Wright
The second before I was in Halifax, where ten years had passed
since I had moved back, realizing that I needed the salt air tang to keep
me grounded.
Linking took up a good part of my day, but the cold ocean's
breath streaming from the south always marked home to me. I stood,
absently coding for Logos as I watched the woman on
the pad next to me link away. With the caress of her
perfume still in my head I swiped at the go and as soon as I linked
through I knew I was in trouble.