Missed Connections

Local grocery store. You were the cashier with lavender locks and lovely red nails. I was the hapless customer (wearing a golden beanie with a brown leaf) whose hand you briefly touched, when we both reached for the bread. I merely wanted to say I loved your aesthetic, but the hand touch and brief eye…

Float Like A Butterfly

We, the Drones, moved as one. Our footsteps were in perfect sync, from years of training started in early youth. We came to a stop in front of our respective lockers. There was a solitary clack as each door automatically flung open. It was time to change into our civilian clothes, dark grey jumpsuits and…