Left leg:
Bent and taped glasses were an homage to forgetfulness.
Lopsidedly fat.
connections, chain-link, maker?
Hand prints on a window.
People hunting people, and mounting their tats. Future very strict. Religious.
Rippling Shadows.
Everyone pretended not to notice but their eyes would betray them...flicking...as they talked.
A balding woman hair carefully fluffed to cover the maximum amount of scalp.
The awkwardly tall man, he always hit his head on the low hanging lights, as well as the higher slung fans in the entry-way.
Right Leg:
His breath fogged the glass as he pressed close peering...to select the tastiest biggest cookie. If not for the barrier he'd have picked up and inspected each one before deciding.
Giggling about man-panties
No puppy punting!
Counting lines to the transformer outside his window.
An abundance of plaid
A chest high wall can be an amusing thing.
The wire bristles tore through the skin leaving jagged red lines sketched across the smooth surface.
Nothing more tacky than a plaid polo shirt in pastel hues.
Upon seeing spots of Cayenne pepper on a piece of pork: oh my god! is that pig pox!?
that is all.