The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain hit the pavement in hard, white slaps. It sounded like applause for no one. Arthur stood on the corner of 4th and Main. He held his umbrella low. The water pooled at his shoes. Black socks. Brown leather. They soaked through in seconds. He did not move. He could not move. The city breathed around him. Grey concrete. Neon signs flickering. Blue. Red. Stuttering light. He saw her. Or...

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