Today I find myself alone at a coffee shop in Seattle. It's the third city I've visited this week, and it's also the busiest. The people glance at me as they wait in line for their fancy cappuccinos and I get the feeling they can sense I'm an outsider. Maybe it's the way I carry myself that gives it away.
I grew up in a small town in Minnesota where I knew all of my neighbors and they all knew me. I couldn't step inside the supermarket without seeing at least ten familiar faces. I would trick or treat with the same group of kids every year when we were younger. At my graduation, we all celebrated together. Here, I recognize nobody. I like it.
Today marks 3 months on the road. I don't exactly know where I'm going, and I don't believe I ever did. I do know, however, that I needed to get out of Minnesota. I want to end up in random coffee shops all over the country, get the weird glances from faces I don't know... to see the things I could never see at home.
And so Today, here I find myself, alone at a coffee shop, and I wonder where I will find myself tomorrow.
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Danger In Vices
General FictionThis is a working collection of my flash fiction pieces. They all have their own unique theme and timeline. I hope you enjoy!
