By Emily Bolton

Emily Bolton is a native Pacific Northwesterner who holds a Master's in Library and Information Science. She likes unnatural lipstick and strong tea.

  1. I looked up from busking to see a school bus full of kindergartners, their noses and chubby fingers pressed hard on the glass. I knew what they were looking at. I stopped playing, raised my bow and pointed it at them. I did not smile. They screamed, piercing little screams that I could hear from the street, and the light turned green, and the bus pulled away.