‘We don’t want a frickin’ son! You’re a girl!’ her father screamed.
It was the most ignorant thing he could have said.
The pandemic had changed the world. Indoor movie theaters
were replaced by multi-car drive-ins. Melissa headed north on the spiraling road to locate the 100-foot screen. She pulled a photo of Julia from her pocket and clutched it close to her breast.
Crushing the pedal, she hurtled down to where regular people enjoyed their popcorn and Goobers. It was twilight’s last gleaming.