Signchronicity

�We have to turn around!� I said. �I have to get a picture!�

HOLBROOK, the name proclaimed, in bold letters. Out West, I stood in the town bearing the name of the best friend of my youth.

Far away, she came into my mind as if there�d been an exchange of secret whispers only that morning.

We�d shared everything. Even love of the same man � this, the beginning of the end.

I hold up my cellphone, tearfully take the shot, and turn back toward the car and my now-life � promptly tripping over the curb, the ground holding my, now-bloody, knees.