Laughter overflowed the car and the windows opened to let it out, to let it out and for it to be lost in the wind. And lost in the drive was the mind, the mind that only left burnt rubber behind and we navigated the narrow streets of Philly with slow tires and desensitized eyes. Imagined my body narrow, I pictured my body shrunk in the claustrophobic street in hopes the car would do the same. Car doors trapped conversation trapped emotion—Google failed—and so trapped commotion when we were blind when we didn’t know which thin street to turn to next. Endless possibility watching people watching character. I walked the streets as we drove.
Kacie Lee is a senior studying biochemistry and English and is graduating fall of 2019. She enjoys writing creative fiction but has recently started to explore creative nonfiction. In her free time, she enjoys composing music and journaling.