The Tail of the Green Light
If you think your life is like hitting the amber light all the time, you find your place here.
by Denik deBro
Every morning, Eliot left the house two minutes later than he meant to. Not because he overslept or fumbled with his keys, but because some invisible rhythm pulled him offbeat — a shoelace to re-tie, a cup left unwashed, a glance at the sky too lo…