I want to be more honest about my acupuncture practice. Yesterday was a step in the right direction. I didn’t quite have the nerve to tell Lorinda that I’d never formally studied acupuncture. I let her assume that I was close to finishing my studies when the Apocalypse happened, and that circumstances left me “ABA,” or “All But Accredited.”
The truck is still sitting there in the same place. Either it hasn’t moved at all, or else someone only takes it out at night and then parks it precisely where it was before.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.