
The other day I was stuck in a long, unmoving line at the neighborhood post office. I debated leaving and trying my luck another day, but having just published my first collection of short stories, I decided it was an opportunity as a writer to practice observing my surroundings.
Still living in the shadow of a pandemic, I was accompanied by a dozen masked strangers, impatience welling in their eyes as they clutched onto envelopes and packages, staring down at phone screens or up at the saggi...
Published on May 09, 2021 19:16