From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I leaned against the brick wall, watching my reflection in the shop window as I adjusted my flat cap to a more rakish angle. The electric streetlamps flickered to life, casting a modern glow over the sidewalk where a cluster of girls walked by, looking fit as a fiddle in their high-collared lace. I spat into the gutter, grumbling at the sign near the livery stable where gas just hit ten cents a gallon. Still, seeing my reflection in that crisp new suit felt absolutely bully, even if the headlines are all shouting about some far-off boycott.