Sugar Run

by Mesha Maren

Sonya stank of privilege and Jodi knew without asking that her life had been just one long stretch of soft, buttered bread.

“It’s like we’re all pressing up so fast, we cash out and then there are years and years still left. There’s so much time but none of us know it till it’s too late and we already died or ruined our lives trying to grow up and get out quick.”