Tyler Bianco

The Reunion

The gloomy morning felt foreboding to Oliver as he left his house, locked the side door behind him, and walked to his car. The Volvo he drove now wasn’t the same vehicle he drove when last he saw Jenny, but his mind wandered to that beat up Nissan as he turned over the engine. Since she had texted him a few weeks ago, it felt like all he had experienced were flashbacks like these, only broken by crippling feelings of dread, scabbed over anger, and a longing—or a grieving—for what could have been.