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There were 16 cars in the parking lot.

Three cars had groceries in the trunk (1 held melting popsicles that would later be the cause of heartbreak for a 4-year-old boy, 1 held a pound of apples, a loaf of bread, and a bottle of the Balvenie, 1(more)
A lot happened in that parking lot. Drugs, violence, sex (consensual and non-) — but I had nothing to do with it. Even though I lived next door — my 4th-floor apartment provided an excellent view of many late-night shenanigans — my world was entirely separate and I was(more)
My generation's wonder years gave Winnie Cooper a cancerous strain of HPV. Kevin made his home in a Wal-Mart parking lot and still can't put the pipe down. Paul just upped his dose of zoloft. Someone at work may or may not have said something that might have been(more)
I could feel the nerves lingering amidst the chemistry.
His eyes shifting from the doors over to my direction
as we sat in his little run down car in the parking lot of our favorite movie theater... It was our first date and he, well, he wanted it (more)
I hauled my bike up those three flights of stairs in the old brick building, let myself into the studio apartment I shared with my cat Max, and sighed. It had been a long day and I was ready to relax and kick back.  Tonight it was just me and(more)
We Find It Then

Between narrow black lines
tracing across grey asphalt
   wet   from rain
showers that covered us before (more)
We found the body in a parking lot. It was alone, propped sitting against a lamp post, its arms held in place with rope so that it looked as though it were driving a very low-to-the-ground, very invisible car. I say "it" because we would need the medical examiner(more)