Ele Pawelski

The red plastic raincoat hanging near the door reminds me of my last girlfriend. In fact, when it first catches my eye, my hands get sweaty and my heartbeat quickens. Immediately I glance around the restaurant. I don’t see her.

Five minutes passes. I try not to stare at the coat. Finally, I say I need to make a call and walk through the tables and patrons, shifting my head from side to side. She’s