Tell the Machine Goodnight

by Katie Williams

I felt the tears waiting there behind my eyes, like a person who holds his hand on the doorknob but dares not turn it and step through.

In this overcrowded, underwhelming world, any gesture, no matter how slight, expressing that one person recognizes another person is a nice thing indeed.

He was always gracious in defeat. Because it was never truly defeat, was it? Only a slight delay in Elliot’s inevitable path toward getting whatever he wanted.