Joy & Lottie

Joy. She’s what I want. She always crosses the street whenever we’re about to meet. Her sister Eve, however, always keeps coming; enveloping me, whispering in my ear “Tomorrow.” She winks to her sister across the street.

Joy winks back, turns a corner and disappears.

Lottie was nice. Lottie Dah. Who knows why Ma and Pa Dah would name their daughter Lottie. Then again, they named their son Lot, middle initial T. Strange parents. But Lottie was naughty. Loved that about her.