Claudia Newell

Plans

It didn’t snow much anymore, since the weather had changed. M. liked walking, keeping her eyes on the ground, seeing the earth that humans had covered up in so many places, seeing the traces of activity in the landscape. A glove on a low wall, flattened, yet pointing forward. Three individual fruit pies, in boxes, left on the edge of a parking lot. M. stopped and tied a fallen purple scarf to a parking meter, so that it might better flag down its owner. Some people lived outside; a scarf could be an important thing