The Night Shift
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1 min readMay 4, 2020
The deadbolt clicks. Boot laces, slacken. Backfire of a beer can.
Her voice is confetti through the night, “Good shift?” Peeling off coveralls, he smiles, smells of animals and the night air fill the room.
“Go back to sleep, Love.” Hard water pummels porcelain. Washing away the cold night's shift.
