Radley Klein
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Independent artist and writer currently working from rural Missouri.
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Eugene
Eugene sits in the same seat at the end of the bar that I tend in a small rural Missouri town everyday for hours drinking iced tea. When he finishes a glass he doesn’t want it to be cleared, he likes to collect them on the bar top. He strategically leaves a few ounces of liquid and some ice in each one and after he accumulates six nearly empty glasses he begins to combine them into one glass. His final glass of the day. The perfect glass of iced tea. Balanced. Cold but not as cold as when I served it to him. The ice has melted just enough so he can chew on it comfortably without it bothering his sensitive teeth. After he finishes his final glass of tea he gathers his belongings into a worn out plastic bag from Aldi and leans on his cane as he walks to the door. He always lingers like he’s forgetting something or like he has an empty feeling inside that has left him always searching for something he can’t quite put a finger on.
By Radley Klein5 years ago in Humans
