“A Glutening In Portugal” in The Helix Magazine
I'm pushed up against the doors, caged in, and starting to sweat in my puffy winter coat. I feel her breath on my face and close my eyes.
I'm 4 stops away, and I wonder if I can duck under her arms. Can I... my thought is interrupted when she stops calling me names long enough to launch a hot, wet loogie onto my right cheek.