Corner

He’s got a phone in his pocket and a tablet in his hands. His khakis would have been pressed and crisp this morning, but bear creases and soft wrinkles from a day of work. His belt is dark brown and woven. He moves to stand by the door, facing the corner made by the railing and the door, his left hand holding the bar, a silver chunky watch on his wrist.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s