http://slow.writerscafe.org/mere-car The original writings of author Mia Sparrow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775503397 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the lighting is muted in herelike gray skies in dreamslacking in vibrancyWanting in warmth.i look out the windowand ignore the sun’s rays.silence fosters disconnectionand i am adrift in a vacuumlittered with shards of memoriesthat lay stagnant, never dissolving.cloistered desires remain u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mere-car/1813665/ The Loop Lounge is nearby so all the club kids come in on their way over there to buy cigarettes and gum.  They come in on their way home too.  She works the night shift at 7-11 on Wednesdays and sees the same people every week.  It’s two o’clock and the club is closing so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mere-car/1812324/ Toast at 7-Eleven. A Play in One Act.8 pm on a Saturday night at 7-Eleven. A Priest dressed in all black. A Rabbi dressed in all gray. 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