DROP ONE
Cherry pulled her travel bag behind her and stood across the street of her new home. It said ‘HPP’ and it was just a storefront, with an attached apartment on top. She scrunched up her nose, thought about if for a second, then sat on her travel bag. She pulled out her drawing tablet and started sketching up the view.
The armour store was in the middle, flanked by another business that custom-fitted armoured cars. On the right side it was a boot store. Nothing else, just boots. Kinky boots, leather boots, pleather boots in vibrant colours. Cherry drew it all: The customers walking past, chatting amongst themselves or with someone on the veil, checking out the stores’ windows. The owners’ silhouettes inside, barely visible from the glaring sun. The cars parked on the street, the s
