Siobhan

Siobhan is sitting reading a book. The door is pushed open, and Terry comes panting into the room, so out of breath that his attempts to speak hardly produce a word between gasps. A moment or two passes before Siobhan looks up and speaks, saving Terry the trouble. "You've been running," she says. "Yes," he wheezes.

I think about biblical names, Tamara, Michaela, Mira, Shoshana, and Celtic names I can barely pronounce, Siobhan tangling between teeth and tongue.