the girl who said fuck frequently walked on a cobblestoned road embraced by trees. the last of few.
the man who had just been given a seven minute long motivational speech of the Most Outstanding Quality blinked. the Speech Giver, a presumably wise, interesting-smelling old man on the skywalk by the station, had disappeared.
Ryan and I sat on brown benches yesterday.
a jib crane and eventual death the caving metal roof, last century’s rust
she sat in the rickety purple train with nothing but a yellowing photograph, a bar of chocolate, and a dream.
"Run!" they shouted grabbed my bag, left the books