Night Shift

Summertime mosquitoes bite the skin of my thigh, leaving itchy, red marks. A car with a single headlight out makes a u-turn in an intersection. A midcentury side table sits in the road. The houses on the corner lack drapes; their carefully curated living rooms are meant to be seen, not lived in. Two houses left their front gates unlatched, dangling into the street.

No. 120