Work in Progress

A young writer with a whole lot to say and a great ability to say it

Rebecca Sprauer

Your cramped, sweaty loft is your home away from home; your most frequented place being Bullseye Coffee, the only coffee shop you are habitually devoted to, out of the eighty-four other coffee shops grounded in Springfield, Missouri. Also found at Bullseye Coffee includes: skinny dudes with skateboards covered in stickers that say things like, SK8 OR DIE, Death Wish, Vans, Nirvana, Blow Me; girls dressed in all black with eyeliner that doesn’t seem to have a point of resolution, but mysteriously appears trendy and elegant, a style you’ve attempted and decided failed when you looked like you were auditioning for a role of angsty goth girl number five even despite your often colorful clothing; vagrants who need a glass of water, a couple dollars, or conversation with the baristas, who were welcoming despite slurred speech and poor conversational skills; the kind of people who clue a whole room in on…

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