September 14, 2016:

Interrupter.

Enthusiastic, optimistic. So that when he prevents you from speaking what he hears is not you but his own chipper words freed from inside his own cheerful head.

Where the outcome is that he believes you said white when in fact you said black, and that you said up when you actually said down, and that you're deserving of congratulations, when in reality it's consolation that would be most appropriate.


September 13, 2016:

No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion's head.

Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark.


September 12, 2016:

Nun in white gazes skyward, not at heaven but at the departure board, searching out her gate.

Green-faced Asian woman in orange and white stretch pants shoots your author a very dirty look: challenging, angry, confrontational. Perhaps she's protecting her teenage daughter; perhaps she's just tired. Either way: her ferocity and her green skin conjure dragons.

JUST PASSING THROUGH?
AREN'T WE ALL?