Blog: werenotbroken

At a marketplace, the butchers hang their provisions on hooks. Children play hide and seek and lose themselves amidst the conveyor lines that smell like a frozen lake. At the corner of the road, on the right side the local florist sits on his stand – a medium-sized table covered by a pale pink and white checkered sheet. He buys a cigarette from a young boy who sells them. Give me a box of matches . The boy reaches for the large box of long matches in his back pocket. Thank you. Goodbye . Underneath [...]