The Coincidence of Coconut Cake

by Amy E. Reichert

The private club swam with glittering women and powerful men.

Devlin gave her a kiss, took her hand, and walked right over her plans.

Lou struggled to breathe under the weight of his version of their future.

She needed her apartment as a place to spill food, be loud, break things, be herself.

planning out Devlin’s next

Wt not her own

Then it hit Lou like an ice cream headache, cold and blinding.

The bussers and dishwashers sat toward the back, whispering in Spanish about a soccer game.

Thought this was a little stereotypical.