Fire Drill

Humanity is a fine line, and I don’t know if she’s being helpful or shitty.

Guy behind me pushes into me because the woman behind him pushed into him, so I push into the panting woman in front of me, who pushes into the woman in front of her. We have to adjust together. We have to turn to each other and attach blame to everyone but ourselves because the culprit is the space, we all know that, but I say sorry, and the women in front of me says sorry and the guy behind me looks sour. READ MORE fiction at Pithead Chapel