Billet 500, by Cameron CopeThe Weight of the Night
I spent an hour on my porch last night, just watching the neighborhood go dark. Usually, I am inside, flipping through my phone or tidying up the kitchen, but for some reason, I stayed put. The streetlights flickered and died, and suddenly,…
The Weight of Enough
I was at the grocery store this morning, staring at a shelf of cereal, trying to decide if I needed one box or two. It sounds silly, but I stood there for a long time, weighing the cost of having too much against the fear of running out. We…
The Weight of Empty Spaces
I walked through the subway station this morning, and for a split second, the crowd thinned out completely. I was left standing on the platform, surrounded by nothing but cold tile and the hum of the ventilation. It was strange how quickly…