Library Vignette

Tomorrow’s Friday. Fuck! I fucking hate the weekend. Waste of a liver. Get fucked up and it’s Monday again. Thank God.

Is this the place to be?

What did you do today? Stairs!

They both laughed derisively. They stood there hovering over everyone with their cigarette smoke. White t-shirts and jeans. They didn’t even look at each other as they spoke. More speaking at each other than conversing. Monologue > dialogue.

Back to the grind

Back to the grind, the other one nodded as they walked away.