Mercury

by Amy Jo Burns

They were going to get caught, but they were young, and it was winter, and one body will want another when it snows.

Mercury was becoming home to her. Marley looped past the post office where they let her drop her mailers through the back door, the library where she took Theo for story time on Tuesdays, and the sharp elbow turn in the road that always flooded after a thunderstorm.