By Matt Galletta
Kate was on top of me, pressing down on my chest, and it felt like my lungs were going to collapse. It made me think of deep sea divers swimming around under tons of ocean. If they come up too fast, their lungs can pop from the change in water pressure.
Her hands were touching my hair. We were on her couch, which was made of some kind of scratchy material that chafed the back of my neck. The couch faced the TV, which was showing a newscaster in a rain-slicker. He was babbling about the hurricane. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but there was a news update scrolling along the bottom of the screen.
“While the city remains relatively unharmed,” it read, “the areas surrounding it are experiencing major flooding.” Continue reading