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.

#anonymous #commuting #life #transience

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