Safe Passage

flash fiction by Stephanie Goldman

Rebecca pulls her coat snugly around her. It’s Miu Miu, a deep burgundy with a jeweled collar, purchased during the trip she and Josh took to Rome two autumns ago. She shifts in the subway seat and turns away from the man at the end of the car rocking back and forth. His face is buried in an old Time magazine proclaiming in white letters against black, …