Day for night billboard

The bus seat vibrated beneath her tired body. The physical and mental fatigue she usually felt after the shift had spared her tonight. Unconsciously lunging along with the gearshift, she felt alert. Maybe it was the excitement of what she was coming home to. With those high hopes she looked out as she passed through the candy glowing city at night, her mind fastened with anticipation.

Haircut

This was his big break. There was no shame in working your way up he thought, the limelight couldn’t be very far off, the prestige, the glory. Foolishness. He looked around, really took it all in, he realized there was no way to survive the thrumming din of the environment. The speakers blared with its unbalanced bass and the machines blew less hot air than the incessant chatter of the hen-like women. He registered the failure light blinking in his mind, in fact it glared red. He had no choice but to plot his escape.

Birds on the road

Her withered eyes stared down at the pavement. She rarely looked up anymore, she figured she’d seen it all at this point and felt no need to watch the parade skirt by. Part of her wished that anything would come and her take her by surprise, sneaking up in the shadows, but no one came close. The sun’s reflection still gleamed onto her downturned face, igniting her eyes within their wrinkled orbits. All was not lost.