The Switch

by Beth O'Leary

“I suppose I thought London was the place where the … big things happened. And I wanted an adventure. I wanted to…” she waves her arms grandly “… to hail down a cab with a dashing stranger and let him take me home. To walk across London Bridge on a mission with the wind in my hair. I suppose I wanted to be somebody important.”

as we streak through the fields toward London I feel a sudden flush of life, a quickening, a new kind of hope, like a greyhound just let out of the gate.