Rest Stop

by Nat Cassidy

The blonde, bloviating businessman versus the blonde, cackling e-mail lady.

Two soft syllables that slice like razor wire.

Trauma’s trauma, but I think some people are still just born assholes.”

Safe inside the store—so bright, so blissfully cool after even just a few moments of the muggy summer air—and he feels better. Sometimes capitalism knows how to hold you just right.