No Exit

by Taylor Adams

Okay is the single worst word in the English language.

The moment smeared.

The easiest lies to tell are the true ones.

Tonight, every decision would leave footprints.

She waited there with snowflakes in her hair, listening to the distant gusts of high-altitude wind. Between them, a bleak silence. And in it, Darby’s own tortured thoughts ran wild, looping endlessly.