The Last Bench on the Street

The bench is the width of a door. Nails in a tin. A last that has known a thousand feet. He does not advertise. The shoes find him.

Repair is unfashionable until it is not. He has been out of fashion his entire life, which is why he is still here.

When the app opens, he will have a name on a map. For now, he has a street, and that has always been enough.