If I were a seamstress, I would work in the theater. My hair would be long, wavy, and tucked into a bun with those sticks, or maybe an ornate pin. I would wear tunic tops and gaucho pants, but not linen. It’s too heavy and it wrinkles. I’d smell like roses and tobacco. If I…
There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning. School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups. She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine. I noticed her because she was sort…