“I need to change my ticket,” I say to the only person there, a woman wearing glasses with chunky purple frames and eye shadow that matches. She looks at my passport, wiggles her fingers at me to hand her my credit card.
“You know you could have done this online,” she says, handing me a receipt.
“It’s important for me to do in person,” I say, as she spins her chair away from me, Israeli for we are done here.”
My short story, “The Bullet,” is up now at Atlas and Alice.