Kristin King

Underpass

Cara It had been one of those days...you know, the days where you contemplate lying down in the middle of the street, announcing your official surrender from society, succumbing to an overwhelming feeling of defeat. The day had begun at Cara’s least favorite place, the dentist’s office, where she was poked and prodded under glaring white lighting; Adele droning on about “Rolling in the Deep” over the buzzing of toothbrushes and the scraping of metal on teeth.