like a firework exploding

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tender pink sticky flesh moves in circles responding to otherwise glib customers, but not this time. Now they are sincere, they really mean it. Staring at rocks down the bottom of a sewer. Don’t bother, he said. There are fewer Things in the day, than are really worth it. But, she said, I don’t know why you always say That anyway. Without speaking more, the conversation took to a wing, and alighted around the passing of a huddle of elderly Women, these women likely arbiters of the world unspoken, performing their unenviable task, blindly.

Once, he let his deviance go on without him. It returned only slightly singed, Better than he expected. They spoke briefly about their time But neither seemed entirely interested, so they Agreed to never Let it happen again. Further on through the tunnel of their vision Lay the recently processed remains of, or the General shape of, An elderly man.  They took The long way ‘round to avoid it altogether Without expecting that he would move.

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