Drool

There is always one free seat on the bus. It is mine. I did not ask for it.

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Nobody sits
next to me

I am not doing anything. I am just standing there, being wet about it. People find somewhere else to be, and then the seat is mine.

Carrying boxes across a crossing at nightfour days at the delivery place
A parking ticket under the wiperticket was already wet when i got there

They hear me
coming

No footsteps needed. There is a sound, and everyone in the hallway already knows which one of us it is.

Caught in headlights at the roadsidehands up, still dripping

I did get
a job once

Farm work. I lasted an afternoon. The steering wheel is still like that, and nobody has agreed to touch it since.

On a tractor that is far too bigtractor guy stopped answering
Swinging a mallet at a high strikerrang the bell, soaked the mallet

The puddle archive

DRAG
High striker
they only asked me to hit it once
Parking ticket
the ink ran before i finished reading
Tractor
one afternoon of honest work
Headlights
officer asked what the blue was
Delivery boxes
every box arrived slightly damp

I wiped it.
It came back.

green orc, blue problem, no plan

it is going to be wet