Shit, hopefully, I’m not too late. Traffic was not great, but I’m here, at what seems to be this old diner, with a 1950s vintage genesqua about it. It is nearing dark, a little past sunset and so the neon lights attached to the building are augmented by the dimming day. It’s a beautiful sunset really: a golden yellow strip is lined across the horizon with a bright cadmium yellow semi-circle of light in the middle. Above are vermillion oranges and faint peach clouds with laven

Cracked cement lined the entrance to the house; weeds struggling to reach the sun littered the front yard. A bike, bright and shiny, stood in front of the house, a jewel compared to its surroundings. Jade hesitated when she saw the motorcycle, recoiling as if she saw a dying man reaching for her with his cracked fingernails, silently rasping his final words through his cracked lips. She continued toward the house with a new type of steel in her eyes. She opened the door and p

Starbucks Barista It was a busy day at Starbucks. The barista hadn’t had a free moment since her shift started, yet she still greeted everyone with a smile. “Brittany? I have your iced macchiato,” she said. Then, recognizing Brittany from her calculus class, she let out a squeal, exclaiming, “It’s so good to see you!” The barista maintained this energy for the next twenty customers, handing out drinks with a smile and wishing everyone a great day. Then, it was finally time fo