Sunday, December 20, 2009


by Jackson Ferrell

She wakes up cold, while it’s still dark out. She puts one frozen waffle in the toaster and starts brewing coffee. While the waffle cooks, she eats a banana, and while the coffee brews, she eats the waffle. In the car, she drinks the coffee.

The coffee tastes like dirt. It always tastes like dirt.

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