“One woman wrote to her: We have so much in common, it’s like we’re meant to be, can I see a photograph? Laura had deleted the message in a panic, the sounds of Mallory showering after her ride home coming from the bathroom. Mallory had loved her cycle commute across two bridges and along the river. Now driving those bridges Laura looks straight ahead, the bike lane a hard margin against her eyes. The yellow backs with silver stripes. Each one is Mallory.”
-from THE PERSON YOU WANT TO SEE, Alex Leslie
Brilliant fiction from Lex Leslie now up on The Rusty Toque. Get at it.