Stalking the Void

Tracking the Numbers from New Jersey to Florida

The mother was in the public restroom, using the surprisingly flattering mirror to apply the day’s third coat of sunblock, south Florida heat, when she heard a loud bang, followed by the heavy slap of flip flops on the ground and, worst, her daughter’s beleaguered screaming. She was already out of the stall when the real anvil dropped, a bomb to the hea…