Thousand: Seven Hundred Forty

yelling your name or something that, in your distorted sensory state, sounds enough like your name to make your heart quicken, to make you cringe. Who is it? The voice sounds familiar. But so many voices sound alike. How many times have you looked up in the line at the grocery store, expecting to see Isabelle or Martin or Wayne or Sing or. The boy bagging your groceries is waiting for something. A tip? “Would you like help out to your car?” he says. “No,” you say. “I’m fine. Thanks.” You don’t say, “You’re cute. Are you single? What’s your