The terminal seems busy for a weekday. A crowd mills around the conveyor belt: a sunburned family in flip-flops; several imparient men in suits; two baby-faced soldiers in desert camouflage; a woman shouting Spanish into a cell phone. Where, Dolly wonders, is everyone going? Years ago people stayed put: you found a job and kept it, bought a house and kept it. There were meals to cook and children to raise, and in this way, years passed. Those who did otherwise-the unsavory characters, the criminals and misfits-were easy to spot, back when men got regular haircuts and shaved daily. Now they seem to be everywhere.
From Sublimation by Jennifer Haigh (this year’s selection for One City One Story)