Street Corner

Microfiction

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Burning animosity kept him warm in the frigid air. The bite of February was starting to take a toll as he stood on the street corner.

Mist dampened the road, revealing imperfections and scrapes on the surface. Moisture gave the asphalt a vibrant sheen of colors from the glow of neon. Distortion of the light by the imperfect surface reminded him of the beautiful impasto of Renaissance and Baroque artists that his Mother loved so much.

He took out his phone, desperate to distract himself. The device illuminated his pale face as he mindlessly scrolled through his homepage of apps.