She crouches against a dumpster peaking the edge. The guard moves across the work site bathed in a waxy yellow light. His dull steps stop and the only sound a steady hum of a generator. He laughs as he aims a flashlight around and plays the focus ring – winking some unknown pattern. The flashlight […]
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We carry every jagged edge.
I’m in this coffee shop I hate. I don’t hate the people, just the décor. White tiled walls, a collection of minimalist furniture–hard angles, rigid edges. I want some color damn it, a foot stool, something soft to melt into as I sip my coffee. Well dressed twenty somethings with more self-groom skills than I’ll […]