He can see the storm cloud approaching as he comes down the hill to Foggy Bottom. He feels the first drops, heavy and thick on his…
Up against the wall on an empty street, the cold cutting through my leather gloves and wool cap. I’m on my way to the job, the tie…
There is nothing in my head right now except for this blank stare. My mind is soft and racing and failing to…
The splash of a drink hit her sandals as she shuffled by. She felt the cold drops…
She sits at the bus stop alone while others stand around her embarrassed to look, their day feeling…
Four AM, your mind is racing, the heat is rising. You get up, go out the back door and sit in the long…
He stood on the edge of the old C & O building and looked out over High Street. Anything…