Through the blinds of a diner in a Chicago suburb: cars pass crusted with ice and the sidewalk scatters white. Dogs in jackets, anxious at their ropes. People stride by with hunched shoulders. The sounds of the diner don’t match the sights out the window until a train approaches and the sound of coffee cup slowly filling and the irregular clinks of flatware almost match the urgency of the trains approach. A dozen passengers load and unload. It is impossible to tell their genders except for one girl with a miniskirt on and puffy jacket. She waits outside an empty taxi at the stand. It’s 19 degrees outside.
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
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