The Binder and the Clip
3 min readApr 8, 2022
Attached.
He was always attached.
They spent the days together, sitting in the sun.
Out the window, birds glided on the city’s updrafts.
Behind them, keystrokes fell into place.
The cup of coffee sat nearby, unsure of itself, its contents spilled and drying into a sticky ring on the wooden desk.
