the coffee shop hadn’t a toaster and all their bagels were plain pale pathetic and frigid rings wrapped up in tight cellophane

cold were the shivers this sent to me freezing the spine in my back how could a business still operate with such an obvious lack?

no answer from the barista gazing with big doughy eyes half of me thought i would hear from her do i with that want some fries?

lifeless and bleak was the future in such a desolate place no crumbs to clean from the toaster tray no onion mess on my face

that’s why i doused it with gasoline struck the matchbook and then ran – not ‘cause the doe-eyed barista jilted me for my best man



by andy

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