The distant sound of her clock ticking drilled into her mind, “Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.” Normally, the ticking of the clock was something she drowned out, much like the sound of her mom’s garbled voice asking her, “Why aren’t you married yet?” or the resonance of her third grade students’...
Down below, hulking buildings stood tall and grey. The plane began to vibrate as it dropped lower toward the ground, and she dug her nails into the black armrests at her side. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Even her tiredness after flying hours and hours from Australia faded in the face of ...