Johnny Maloney

Station Hoppin' Blues

Foley steps off their bed onto old wobbly knees, a consequence of drug induced stasis and a decade since they last indulged. Their mattress sits beside an abandoned church organ, who’s keys thud anticlimactically when Foley uses them to balance. Shaking away the pins and needles in their legs, Foley heads to the bathroom and twists the tap for water. Nothing.