We Are All the Same in the Dark

by Julia Heaberlin

That’s how bad luck works, a germ that travels as fast as it can from one of us to the next, hoping for a mortal wound, but happy with whatever it can get.

Natives often return, especially the ones who swear they never will.

The truth is, I’m not brave. I’m not even that willing. I’m just more afraid of one thing happening than the other.