The flies come and go. The rain against the studio windows, the snow, and then months of sun. The mice eat the badger bristles, nibble the end of the palette-knife still in her hand. 131 more words
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“I’d like the smothered burrito, but can I get it with chicken instead?”
“Sure. Two dollars more.”
Of course, nowadays chicken is the “healthy“ choice.* Jane remembers when chicken was poor man’s meat. 150 more words
Jane flips from one screen to another, trying to find what it would be worth.
She still remembers the “gas shortage,” finally her turn to fill her VW Bug’s tiny tank, outraged at paying a dollar a gallon and waiting in line for over an hour for the privilege. 106 more words
Jane’s finger pauses, trembles over the number on her touch screen, then finally presses it to dial.
Who would actually be on the other end of this call, why would anybody be there, why would they care, why should she believe anything like this could help? 54 more words