striking matches to watch 'em burn
Aisha had never met the man before, but she was happy to now. She appreciated any help she could get, especially of a friendly sort. He offered his name, Chuy, and so Aisha gave hers "Aisha." She didn't mind any conversation he had to offer, but she was happy to get down to business.
They'd cleared quite a bit of the smaller items, the others would need some teamwork to complete. He beat her to the question, and she moved over to the other side of the chunk of rubble. It took more muscle than the others, but together they removed the piece, leaving behind it a dent where it had struck the cobbled street. It was heaved off the side of the road, out of the way and out of mind.
Aisha patted her hands, taking a break for a moment and looking over what they'd accomplished. "How is there so much shit," she remarked, a hint of humor in her voice. It was frustrating, upsetting, but there was some kind of absurdity to be found. That all of this had accumulated over a week, that they should spend the first weeks of the new season cleaning junk out of the roads.
They'd cleared quite a bit of the smaller items, the others would need some teamwork to complete. He beat her to the question, and she moved over to the other side of the chunk of rubble. It took more muscle than the others, but together they removed the piece, leaving behind it a dent where it had struck the cobbled street. It was heaved off the side of the road, out of the way and out of mind.
Aisha patted her hands, taking a break for a moment and looking over what they'd accomplished. "How is there so much shit," she remarked, a hint of humor in her voice. It was frustrating, upsetting, but there was some kind of absurdity to be found. That all of this had accumulated over a week, that they should spend the first weeks of the new season cleaning junk out of the roads.
little seed, every bud blooms
AISHA
