Escape Pod 804: Delete Your First Memory for Free
Delete Your First Memory for Free
by Kel Coleman
The bus jerks to a stop and I tighten my grip on the smooth, metal bar. Doors open. More passengers.
Bodies hem me in, which makes me anxious, which makes me bite my nails. I maneuver the shredded bits with my tongue, push them out past my lips, pinch them between my fingers, slither my hand down to my side, flick the moist clippings to the floor.
I feel eyes. I think it’s the lady in the beige knee-high boots. She must get on at one of the first stops ‘cause she always has a seat. She’s looking at her phone now, but she probably saw. White women are always pretending they don’t see me.