By: Alexis McGuinness
She looked both ways and then stepped on the cracked asphalt. Overhead, a plane‘s cotton candy balls of exhaust cut a cloud in half. She bent down to pick up a lucky penny in between the double yellow line. She froze, remembering the kind of cheese she could not recall, frustrating her grocery list. Scamorza. She saw the light turn to yellow and, slowly, hastened ahead. Stepping on the curb, something told her the name was not right.