#bench poster

Boredom came barreling down the stairs, the lump grating against the wall of his throat as he swiveled his head and nailed his sight on the clock on the wall that’s chiming five o’clock, can’t be right, looked down on his wrist, his digital watch echoing the same time and red numbers saying that his heart is beating off the charts. I’m too late. Boredom peered through the window, his neighbors…