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Desolation by Patrick O’Neil
"Hi, welcome to Taco Bell. Hope you're having a nice day," said the girl standing behind the counter. Her monotone voice so void of emotion it could have been computerized.
"Define nice," I answered, and looked around at all the colored plastic and brushed aluminum and wondered why this was what fast food [...]
The Art of Rush Hour Traffic by Josh Stewart
Everyone is leaning forwards
as though the wind is dragging them
backwards through the day,
but the cars are
Bugs By Morgan W. Strauss
Instead of thinking about Sonny, his traveling companion wishes she were in Spain. How far of a drive is it from Granada to Barcelona?
Twenty miles south of Fresno a sign says Visalia 24 miles. Sonny pilots the car with dirty hands, a torn shirt, an unintentional beard, last year’s [...]