by V. B. Monchego, Jr.
The grumpy man has tripped on a crack and the crows in the trees are laughing at him. His hand is bleeding. His new trousers are torn at the knee. The grumpy man is alone on the sidewalk in the middle of a gated community at dusk. The neighbors watch the man through their shutters. The grumpy man stands and punches a mailbox. Ten blocks later, the man is spread eagle at the rear of a police cruiser. He has forgotten to bring identification. He was just going for a walk.
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