Ten.Six Hundred & Eleven
What’s the weather supposed to be today? By the lack of light I’m guessing we’re supposed to get some rain.
I’m dubious about the 100% whole wheat blueberry muffins but they look so pretty in the tin that maybe they’ll turn out just fine.
Every other building is vacant. There could be so much potential here. I wonder what happened.
I’m here is 10 minutes early and send her a text to let her know that I’ve parked. I send another text at 7:01 to let her know that I’m ready whenever she is. At 7:12 I send her a text telling her that I’ll be leaving soon if I don’t hear back from her. She tells me she’ll be there in 15 minutes.
There’s a man walking around the parking lot in circles. He may be homeless. The biker dude who’s drinking something on ice asks him if he can buy him a coffee. The maybe-homeless man appreciates the offer but turns him down.
I send her a text at 7:58 telling her I’m going home.
I soothe my annoyance and disappoint with a few bunches of ranunculus and eucalyptus, Israeli couscous and a wedge of Parmesan.
Hot oil on the tender skin of my wrist.
Ready for it to be over.