The Pikachu Sticker
i was standing in Target, mid-morning. the fluorescent lights hummed with the kind of steady, mechanical indifference that makes you understand why people check out mentally around 10 AM. the water bottle aisle stretched in front of me like a hallway in a hospital: clean, bright, purposeful, utterly devoid of anything that would make you want to be there.
i felt someone brush past my shoulder. i turned.
“oh, hey. you checking out the Pokemon bottles?”