"I have a date," Derrick said without warning. The waitress set the drink on the table in front of him. "Sure," she replied uninterested, unphased and, unlistening. Derrick looked up; an overhead light shone in his eyes. The shine stopped him from reading the name badge. It prevented him from personalizing the interaction any further. … Continue reading Super Short Story: Surrogation Anxiety 1/3 →