The Booth
by clippedtrust
· 20/01/2026
Published 20/01/2026 12:30
A small window slides.
Cold air rushes in.
A gloved hand waits,
where the journey begins.
I drop in the coins.
A metallic clatter.
Our eyes meet for a flash,
what does it matter?
Then the barrier lifts.
A quick, plastic sigh.
My car pulls away.
Another one by.