Stories
Easy Like Drinking Water
by John Bishop
‘He adjusted the speed on the cruise
control to an even sixty and stared out the window at the rows of cattails
growing on the side of the turnpike. Through their tawny, rowed communities he
could see New York approach from the east, a tangle of concrete and steel. He
drove past the city, further north, until he couldn’t wait any longer,
which turned out to be Massachusetts.’