and words looking for an open space
where flight is possible...


Alison Melotti-Cormack

It was yet another pipe bomb that took my feet to the desk, the one with the sign that said “Immediate Evacuation”. The smoke from the pipe bomb curled from the hotel bathroom and window. No, I didn’t want to wait another three days. No, I didn’t want to stand in interminable lines waiting for some unknown form of grace to touch my life. I wanted out. I signed up. There was no one in front of me at that desk.