Beans for Breakfast

Seattle Post-Intelligencer

Made-up girl undone by the rain. . .

One of the shelves in Samantha’s fridge door is stocked with juice bags. The brand name and flavor of the juice is printed in big bubble letters on the front of the package. It says, “Capri-Sun Pacific Cooler.” Centered beneath that, in small print, it goes on to describe the contents as [...]

Fat sparrows pick through leaf mulch on an empty streaked sidewalk. The stoplight cycles and there’s a surge in pedestrian traffic. Each bird hurriedly collects a bit of leaf gristle or a limp stick in its beak before flying away.

On the first breath after I drifted into sleep, my nose honked out a heavy congested snore, and my eyes snapped right back open again.