“The phone doesn’t ring” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Oct 18, 2019
7:02am
Low Noon
Jim Ralston

He waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and. Waits waits waits waits waits. The phone doesn’t ring. He’s been looking for a job since before he got laid off from the Amazon Warehouse. Had a feeling that cutbacks were coming. “Those fucking liberals,” Luis said, spitting next to the pile of sunglasses in cellophane wrappers sold for $13.99. Luis was his first work friend, but over time, he realized that Luis was a bigot and an asshole. A deadly combination.