Friday 4/28/2006 11:50:00 PM

The window was draped in a cinnamon cowl as he pulled away. There were voices on every corner like static consuming a broken wire. It began to rain and I looked up through the snarls of hair that had swallowed my face. But mindless traffic was all that greeted me.

Following the sidewalk as far as it would take me I listened to the howling vehicles driving passed. A blizzard of people sweeping over the darkness. Myself, only a shadow marking their fall.

I remembered how I used to like watching the cars float by in their noisy parades. Neat, little people packages on their way to some undisclosed destination. I would always try to figure out where they were going. And if they would ever get there.


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