Jack Biamonte
Joined February 2021
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The Highway
Charlie’s glasses fogged over the coffee he was pouring. He stifled a yawn as he filled the Styrofoam cup and checked the time: 4:47am. The gas station he was standing in was empty, except for himself and the cashier ignoring him. It was a dim establishment, but it was close to his house and had therefore weaseled its way into his morning routine: a coffee (which was always terrible), a lotto ticket (he was unsure if he purchased them out of hope or habit), and a stale donut (if he was feeling particularly bad about himself).
By Jack Biamonte5 years ago in Humans
