Run on Red

by Noelle W. Ihli

What it came down to was this: We were all targets. Even if you made the right choice, followed the right rules, took the right risks, kept your cool, made the right friends, didn’t walk alone home after dark, kept a rape whistle in your pocket, and guarded your drink at bars. I’d always thought I could skip the bad parts of life if I tried hard enough. If I was smart enough.