Wipers Scrape Arcs

Air trapped in spaces between raindrops bounce up from the pavement. The car is washed to the curb. Engine streams from the exhaust and is whipped into the drain. The main beam forms a dancing slab, two cones reaching forwards. Windscreen wipers scrape arcs through the spray revealing torch flicker that touches the steering wheel’s curve, a road atlas and a scowling face that looks up at the sign on the end of River Terrace.

 – Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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