I missed the bus on from 34th and South Street.

I decided to skate.

Twenty feet in, I decided not to skate.

I arrived discomforted.


I ordered a dark roast.


There were no open tables.

I went outside.

I pulled out my computer.

My computer was hot.

It hadn’t slept.

Like me.

I shut it down and started sipping my coffee.

After a couple of minutes, someone inside leaves a table open.

I dart.

I set down my skateboard.

Collect my coffee.

And sit.

And sit.

After a few minutes of taking pictures, I buy a slice of lemon meringue pie.

The barista said it was good.

I believe the barista.

I went to retrieve a spoon.

My camera strap caught on to the end of the table.

And falls.



In a second.


Some people gasp.

Someone picks up my camera for me.


I don’t react.

I flipped the switch.

It doesn’t turn on.

I take out the battery and put it back in.

Turns on.

I try to take a picture.



And freeze.