When No One Is Watching

by Alyssa Cole

It’s gotten to the point where I feel a little twinge of dread every time I see a new white person on the block. Who did they replace?

Terry’s beer had tasted like piss, and both their dog and their son had bitten me, so of course I remember our visit.

“When you’re depressed and jobless, it’s easy to fall in with the wrong kind of people—” Josie adds,

“I think your tour is going to do well. I never learned any of that, anywhere. And now I know, and I want to know more. And anyone who comes on your tour will know and want to know more. That’s pretty amazing.”

Unfortunately this made me smile like an idiot