The notebook lay open on the café table, its pages still blank at three in the afternoon. I'd ordered a second coffee I...
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The coffee shop closed early today—something about a broken water heater. I'd been sitting there for two hours, watching...
The woman at the library asked if I needed help finding anything. I almost said yes—almost asked where they kept the boo...
The bus shelter smelled like wet cardboard and someone's spilled energy drink. I'd been waiting eleven minutes—not ten,...
The subway car was half-empty at 2 AM, which meant the man in the gray coat had plenty of seats to choose from. He chose...
I watched the rain trace horizontal lines across the café window, each droplet defying gravity's downward pull. The phys...