Community Riff

I’m in Miami. South Beach, to be exact. I saw more mini-dresses, three hundred dollar flip flops, and oversized sunglasses in one hour last night than I have in the past year. This morning I sat overlooking an aqua pool encased in glass so that it runs over into the ocean, almost. It was breakfast. For sixty dollars. When the bill came, I reached for it with callused fingers.

The conversation stopped.

“What…” The other woman at the table, Erin, asked, eyes already lined and mascaraed.

“…Are those?” Her boyfriend Travis finished.

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