The convenience store
hummed at 2 a.m.
She bought the same rice
ball and a carton of
milk.
The cashier didn't look
up from his phone.
She sat by the window
seat.
The rice ball was cold
against her palms.
She peeled the plastic
slowly.
The rice tasted like
nothing.
A man in a wet coat
walked in and bought a
lottery ticket.
He stood under the
fluorescent light and
scratched it.
Then he crumpled it and
dropped it in the bin.
She finished her milk and
left the carton on the
table.
The door chimed behind
her.
The street was dark and
empty.