A small office, an open window

young secretary  sits at a desk,  facing a screen

blue light reflected off her glasses 

Police station

A single officer stands next to wall 

looks out at the street,  smoking a cigarette

Stop sign,  quiet interesection

Calm dog walker with two mixed breeds on a long leash 

reckless energy 

High school theater

last rehersal before opening night 

a fire burns stage right,  but its not real 

The only real flames will be later

small parking lot lighters passed around

a half circle of weary kids

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