Mass Observations:
Arts Centre
A girl
walks down the path, bare feet slapping against the concrete. The breeze whips
at her hair. A frown spreads across her face and she tugs her cardigan tight
against the bitter morning wind. She pulls here gaze from the floor, navigating
the least painful route, and looks through the dark glass window at the
faceless mannequins beyond. The girl shivers and walks inside.
Two women
stand out in the cold. A lawn mower hums softly in the distance. One woman
lights a cigarette. The other clasps her hands tightly around her coffee. Their
susurrus whispers slice through the crisp morning air, punctuated by their
laughter. The smoking woman stubs out her cigarette with a grin. The other
clumsily tosses her cup at the bin; it misses and clatters to the floor.
Coffee, like black tar, runs through the pavement cracks.
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