Sarah hates storms so she stands by the sliding door and watches Jake from the inside. He's holding the golf club in his hands like a tall ice cream cone. It’s raining harder now and she sees streaks of white lightning beyond the foothills. Sarah keeps watching him but he doesn’t turn around to look at her. It seems as if he doesn’t even know she is there.
Jason Martin, MFA in Writing and Poetics from the Kerouac School at Naropa University, is a currently out-of-work English teacher. Previously published in Cold Mountain Review, Patterson Literary Review, and Quilt. He can be contacted at jtbs47@gmail.com.