December 30, 2023:
White hair, thin legs with red sores, wheels her beagle in a baby carriage, protected from sun. Good job, that.
Shaved head, cell phone, waving it waving it waving it almost violently around her face, like a ward, like an electronic incantation. Modern magic on the train.
"Our next and last station is El Cajon." One day, perhaps in my lifetime, new lines will reach the beach.