Marc Love cruised the streets of
Gas City
stopping at four way stops, letting the pedestrians cross in front of his car, giving them a nice wave. He had a small apartment, paid for with cash. It was cheap so no one questioned where he got all that cash. He took out some here, and there not to draw suspicion. His week was punctuated with events just trying to keep busy. He would worry at night that a rustle or a creaking board meant they were out there. Although he didn't know who he should be worried about. He on the weekend went to a market. Seeing all the people made him happy, he got some Kale, and some potatoes. He then would stop at the Diner. Gas Cities only. He was told by a guy at the market that once there was two diners, but that was a long time ago. The gas station was called something different too. He'd order the same thing as the week before
eggs
and a coffee. He'd drink a cup before the eggs, then another cup after, out in the sun. He'd sit back in the bench seat by the door. He was content here. The cup of coffee steaming into the fresh air.
Abraham Kim