La Rat

In the year of La Rat, the sun spins in the sky like an amethyst basketball. Night falls, and the shadows stretch their legs from the street lamps down to the back alley behind the restaurant. The end of the cigarette meets the end of the shift, and so the scavenge begins, looking for treasure in the trash, nuggets in the rubble, hoping to reel in one of the biggest lobsters you’ve ever seen.