Essay: Signs and Signals

I submitted this to a couple publications but no luck yet. While I keep plugging away, I figured it should existsomewhere other than on my computer.The subject matter isn’t something I’m exactly proud of, but I grew a lot from the experience. And hopefully it makes a decent story! — Hj

Signals and Signs

I knew he was married. I looked for the ring the first time I met him. The shiny gold band on his tanned finger warned me not to just proceed with caution, but to flat-out stop any fleeting thou...