In Rotation


Aria caught the city bus as the sky donned a pinkish glow before the dayÕs final gasp. Her daughter Millie sat on her lap, gripping her wrinkled hospital scrubs — the ones with the cat patterns on them. Millie had entered that age where she often asked all the difficult questions of the universe. Are the sun and the moon friends or enemies? Do aliens go to the bathroom? Why do other kids have a dad, but I donÕt?




ŅHereÕs our stop,Ó Aria said.


After dropping Millie off at GrandmaÕs house, Aria hopped back on the bus and waited for it to bring her to work. She gazed out the window and sighed. The city was winding down while she was just beginning her 12-hour shift. The bags under her eyes carried enough stories to tell to the stars. Sleep was just an elusive dream at this point.




As Aria exited the bus, she dashed past a group of five nurses who were relishing a smoke break. Aria always wondered why her fellow healthcare workers would pollute their pink lungs, but she wasnÕt hellbent on judging. Stress is a pervasive beast. Paranoia is a sneaky shadow that never leaves you alone. Uncertainty makes your mind spin in circles.


The moment Aria strapped on her mask and walked through the hospitalÕs sliding doors, all she could think about was how she couldnÕt wait to pick up Millie in the morning, then go home and change. In fact, she had a feeling that a lot of things were about to change. And thatÕs when she had to ask herself her own difficult question: Will tonight be the night?


© Zach Murphy


Bio:  Zach Murphy is a Hawaii-born writer with a background in cinema. His stories have appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Mystery Tribune, Ghost City Review, Emerge Literary Journal, Ellipsis Zine, The BitchinÕ Kitsch, Lotus-eater, Crpe & Penn, Levitate, Drunk Monkeys, Door Is A Jar, and Yellow Medicine Review. He lives with his wonderful wife Kelly in St. Paul, Minnesota.