Vonderlust
By R.W. Clinger
October 30, 2021. Saturday afternoon shone in shards of ice and snow. Winds of various strengths battered and pelted our little lakeside town of Harker, Ohio. Winter had mysteriously come early, sweeping a bitter coldness down from Canada, slicing through the streets and keeping residents inside, cozy and warm next to churning fires.
I’d sat across from Mina Carpathia, my boss and best friend, and listened to her ramble for the last fifteen minutes about her current boyfriend, a much-older executive who cared more about numbers and financial investments than her raven hair, leprechaun-colored eyes, and voluptuous breasts. The woman was a beauty from toes to head, intelligent, and quite powerful when she needed to be.
How many times had I told her to dump Reno
