I'm feeling lost and forlorn like this dropped luggage Susan spotted in the middle of the tarmac Part 5—Wednesday 5/29/24: TSA might be watching. The age-old question: am I killing (a.k.a. wasting) time, or is it time to kill? My back faces the glass wall overlooking the runway, only one person can see my screen. … Continue reading Killing Time at ORD
Month: May 2024
Some Strange Music
I pass daily by the new fiction shelves. The books on display, each cracked open to forty-five degrees, stand on their own. I used to stop here to browse on my way into work, my accounting job at the library system. All lights out except the nighttime emergency light, opening time still an hour away. … Continue reading Some Strange Music