Day 19

There were double doors made of cement embossed on the ground. There were rows of them whose knobs and frame were steel and whose thickness people were aloof toward. They were indiscreet gates for water to seep through and blacken over time; the sewage. But when it didn’t rain, their everyday purpose was to be snotty parking lots, indifferent toward the parallel traffic.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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