Temping

I’m sitting inside a storage closet. There is no office chatter coming from the hallway. Its Good Friday. This room houses a surplus of desk chairs piled high and paper products for the pantry kitchen around the corner that I have to restock.

Essays and ReviewsPhoebe HalkowichMarch 31, 2018phoebe halkowich, Steve Cannon, a gathering of the tribes, Essay, Column, New York Writers, Writers, Young writers, Women writers