Nikki Williams is a music and culture journalist. Her work appears in The Citron Review, Ellipsiszine, Sublunary Review, LEON Literary Review, Sky Island Journal, Literary Yard, PreeLit, Nymphs, and Door Is A Jar.  She munches trail mix and takes stunning photos when not busy writing. She tweets: @ohsashalee. See more: linktr.ee/writenowrong

Over Easy

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He appeared when the weather began to bite, the sun’s gold trapped in the tops of trees.  

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Dipped and dove about like killdeer. Rinse, repeat. Retreat until ravenous.

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His bulbous eyes darted around the diner.

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He ordered eggs, then exited to the rear parking lot. 

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Again.

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Long looks at the white Mazda’s fender. 

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Maggie didn’t care to know what caused the spider web crack. 

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Her concerns were few.

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Fate had a way of finding men like him here.

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She set down his plate, her smile a tight red line, thumbing a scar as she walked away. Listening to the screams.

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