Rain spatters the windscreen, giving everything a pixilated look – as though Photoshop has run amok through the world outside my car.
In my head I'm going over, yet again, a phone conversation from four weeks ago while my kids practice on the soccer field, their running forms indistinct through the ripple of water on the glass.
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R.C. Barajas is a freelance writer in the Washington, DC metropolitan area.
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