Standing above the traffic's moaning progress and holding his battered case like a knife-sharp weight, squeezing its top to avoid the bottom edge, the man feels as if flayed by the dull, damp air, a side-effect of scalpel precise rejection, as though walking he'd found his load too great, and, supplicating, been passed by every car...
Sketch: Vol. 43
, Article 5.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol43/iss2/5