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“Look, just relax and keep going straight. You can’t get lost on a highway, babe.” Ruth grasped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, squinted, sat up straight, and exhaled deeply. “Okay. Relaxed.” “Alright. Now, can you tell me if you see any signs around with a city name? Anything that might hint at your location?” Ben’s voice floated out from the cupholder, where a phone sat, on speaker. Ruth sucked her cheeks in. “Caramel. I see ...

We’re standing side by side in the crowded tenth-grade biology lab, and I am leaning over the microscope. We’re supposed to be learning about the reproductive organs of the floral kind, but all I can think about is how close Joseph is to me as he leans across the desk and adjusts the slide. “Do you know what to look for?” His voice sends shivers down my neck, like a waterfall of ice down the ladder of my spine. I cringe inwardly at myself for being so disgustingly teenage. “Yeah. I think so. ...

Ruth was experiencing a moment of extreme regret. She stared at her phone as it flickered indecisively from one bar, to none, to five, and back to one, cursing quietly. Ruth was lost. She had set out from the apartment she had shared with a man of particular interest for many years, until interest had suddenly died out. She had left in a flurry, very early; her venus fly trap still remained lonely in the sill of her half-empty room, and, perhaps most importantly, the printed directions she ha...