A Rant
By Archived Story
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Two women exchange names and inanities in the room adjacent. They chuckle and giggle; yet I can’t feel their laughter. The table where I sit appears to be oak, finely stained- illuminating the deep and thick grooves of the wood. The smell of coffee and cigarettes permeates through the cafe. The music is drowned only by the clinking and clanking of the glasses in the next room; this nagging white noise. Outside, students amble the streets, zigzagging, exchanging subtle nods and polite observations of the weather. A man sits and sips his coffee, starring aimlessly …



