Phone Store

With an oxygen tank in the plastic
basket on the front of his scooter,
a gray haired man rolled his eyes
at the incredibly high prices
at the phone store.
His disappointed face shrouded
by the brim of a his air force baseball cap.

A girl in a purple crop top,
and mirrored aviator sunglasses,
took sips from a frozen drink
bluer than the sky.
Her teeth were stained by the sugary
dye and when she smiled
she ran her tongue across her gums.

In an attempt to storm out at protest
speed the man swung his scooter
in a wide frantic turn, colliding with the girl.
Her drink fell like seasons of rain
down upon the phones on display,
and in their soaking deaths,
they had no value.

 

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