Breathing Underwater

by Alex Flinn

wanted. When we were kids,

you, Nick.” The noise stopped. The ice melted, and I regained my sense of taste. I looked at her and said the

assemblies picking his zits and eating them.

diving masks, best friends. I take that one out, along with three group shots. The one of Tom

Usually, I missed happy hour, my father’s version of

Leo Sotolongo broke into his girlfriend’s bedroom and put a bullet through her skull. Then he turned the gun on himself.

than burnt sugar in flan. I had my degree, my

Then I decide I don’t care—I’ve been trying to breathe underwater too long. It’s time to get some fresh air into my lungs.