Forgiveness can sometimes be a sin. Waitresses here must wear skirts and some kind of head covering. They are pretty college girls but rarely look sexy in their diner digs. On their breaks they go outside to smoke and stare at the cracks in the concrete sidewalk. Somewhere, an urban dove tended by a night watchman is released from the roof of a skyscraper.
Smoke is everywhere, and only cigarettes, really good ones, are burning.
Just jot down a few words. Sit there with them. And let this air boil with desires clamoring after their own ends. Nothing more will come of this. Maybe not tomorrow.