Trevor Romain’s Thought Bubbles

MY SIDE OF THE STORY:
I met Ashleigh outside a motel in Hooksett, New Hampshire. I was coming back from the Cannon Mountain ski resort and she was on her way to a college up north.
I had only been in the United States for two months and was experiencing my first ‘œreal’ [...]

2am. The street was empty. It had just rained. Steam rose quietly from the subway grating. Purple and green neon reflected intermittently on the wet black pavement.
I could have sworn that I heard a wailing saxophone in the distance. But that could have been [...]