I'm standing outside of the Borders that used to be a Shop Rite next to the Kohl's that used to be the Caldor where I worked, and I'm smoking in the parking lot, that same parking lot, two decades later, after so much has changed and not changed at all. It's raining and cars whir past.
Mentally I'm there. In my mind, I just bought a pack of white shoe laces at Caldor, under the harsh white glare of fluorescent megawattage.
ReplyDeleteTime for a smoke.