Five one-hundredth
Shrack, sh……….rack!
A white flash covets
the evenings ebon gown
One one-hundredth, Two
one-hundredth, Three one-hundredth
SCKERASH>…BOOM!
The stainless steel
counters mirror the eyes of a 15-year-old kid—ignorant yet to the way of the world—just
happy to have a job—to be up late at night, working, while his classmates are
either sound asleep, or just finishing their nightly cram sessions—all in the
name of honor roll eligibility…to please?
SKKRack…Skkracch…Skkrach…Blam!
Soap pail in tow,
sudsy rag applied to drab yellow walls, eliminating the spackled V-shaped
pattern away from view
A cold stutter bellows
from within
Flash. Flash. Flash.
Flash
All quiet! And the
silence persists… …Leaves one wondering
Should the aftermath
be explored now or in the morning?
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