May

It was definitely global warming. Adelaide was from the South, Florida to be exact, and she was used to the heat. But this was unreasonable for the District. And the District, though buttoned up to the neck and bursting its pinstripes with pride, was always reasonable. What was this? This stagnant sickness burped up with the sunrise, this heavy stench settling into the pores of the cds. Cooling stations were set up for idiot tourists who walked the monuments during the day. Fans were distributed. The bums hit a windfall in sympathetic dimes. Adelaide wore her slutty shirts and men did not gawk. Their mothers were dressed similarly. It was the worst time to be unemployed, with nowhere to go. Adelaide just waited. She waited for her new job to begin. She waited to move into the new apartment with the tall ceilings and eclectic decor. She waited for her Heart to call her at night, she waited to become his Live In Girlfriend. There was jack shit else to do.

One day, the sky flipped blue and the heat lifted its skirt modestly. Adelaide ventured to the park for some reading. She only had 8 dollars in her account and 3.50 on her, so she packed a soda, stole some quarters from her most troublesome housemate, and treated herself to a protein bar at the cornershop. She climbed the steep steps to Merdian park, and settled on a bench. She held Kaftka on the Shore at the perfect angle, and alternated between people watching and reading. Within minutes she was just reading, psuedo chocolate smudged on her lips. But the something caught the corner of her eye. A clattering of small proportions. She lifted her eyes slightly to the ground before her, as a duo of tall men in dirty navy clothing trudged past her. It was a plastic syringe, white and empty and small. How scandalous!

Adelaide's friend had once worked on a controversial project to distribute fresh needles on the streets. Adelaide wondered if she should bring this to him. But the men had turned around and were slowly coming back, sweeping their feet over the ground in small half steps. Omigod, would they kill her? With her information, she could surely send them away for a year or so. She desperately tried to recall the name of her great great uncle who worked for the mob and was doing time. Noone would touch her if they knew! She should have left instantly, but she had sat there like an idiot and now.. Now the men were before her!

The men picked up the syringe and slowly walked back, clucking. Adelaide needed a black coffee.

May

It was definitely global warming. Adelaide was from the South, Florida to be exact, and she was used to the heat. But this was unreasonable for the District. And the District, though buttoned up to the neck and bursting its pinstripes with pride, was always reasonable. What was this? This stagnant sickness burped up with the sunrise, this heavy stench settling into the pores of the cds. Cooling stations were set up for idiot tourists who walked the monuments during the day. Fans were distributed. The bums hit a windfall in sympathetic dimes. Adelaide wore her slutty shirts and men did not gawk. Their mothers were dressed similarly. It was the worst time to be unemployed, with nowhere to go. Adelaide just waited. She waited for her new job to begin. She waited to move into the new apartment with the tall ceilings and eclectic decor. She waited for her Heart to call her at night, she waited to become his Live In Girlfriend. There was jack shit else to do.

One day, the sky flipped blue and the heat lifted its skirt modestly. Adelaide ventured to the park for some reading. She only had 8 dollars in her account and 3.50 on her, so she packed a soda, stole some quarters from her most troublesome housemate, and treated herself to a protein bar at the cornershop. She climbed the steep steps to Merdian park, and settled on a bench. She held Kaftka on the Shore at the perfect angle, and alternated between people watching and reading. Within minutes she was just reading, psuedo chocolate smudged on her lips. But the something caught the corner of her eye. A clattering of small proportions. She lifted her eyes slightly to the ground before her, as a duo of tall men in dirty navy clothing trudged past her. It was a plastic syringe, white and empty and small. How scandalous!

Adelaide's friend had once worked on a controversial project to distribute fresh needles on the streets. Adelaide wondered if she should bring this to him. But the men had turned around and were slowly coming back, sweeping their feet over the ground in small half steps. Omigod, would they kill her? With her information, she could surely send them away for a year or so. She desperately tried to recall the name of her great great uncle who worked for the mob and was doing time. Noone would touch her if they knew!

The men picked up the syringe and slowly walked back. Adelaide needed a coffee.