Voice echoes up the lightwell. Reading to discern liquids from the bottoms of used cups. Place mats map the table. Blue sparks fly in the dark tunnel beneath the train's wheels. The sound of an egg cracking against the bowl's edge.
All sirens are narrative.
The brothers hover in the doorway smokin' their crack. Powdery sugar atop apple pancake. Now that we have computers liquid paper is doomed. Pair of grackles attempt to mate perched atop Amtrak arrow logo till the she-male jumps into flight. Water fountain's cooling motor hums on.