He raised his head slowly.
His burnt, swollen eyes pierced the twilight, gutting me from inside out. I didn’t know the how or the why of his being here. This is a lonely, unforgiving place. Yet we both knew that he was home here. Just like the rest of them.
Just like me.
If he had had the courage and perhaps the foresight he’d have likely cursed the ground I walked on – that volatile space standing between us, measured in equal parts fantasy and sanity.
Luckily for me he could feign neither. Not tonight, anyway.
A dollar tossed was quickly pocketed. Then, resting his head back on his knees, he closed the loop, tonight’s sole witness to my existence.
But I just kept walking.
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