almost home after walking in the almost rain. stepped into the convenient glow of the corner store for some sweet cold cream. the young man behind the counter said hi as i was walked in, said hi to everyone who entered this normally frosty space. he was playing some peculiar music instead of the usual rap, pop, metal or nothing. i'm not ever there long enough for anything to bother me so i don't care much beyond the usual anthropological curiosity. i asked him what he was playing and he said it was the soundtrack to the artist, a contemporary silent film i've heard of but haven't seen. interesting, i think, but what the hell is he doing working there? i walk out and across the demure lot. the young woman in front of me inside is waiting for the light. she glances back and starts to cross, walking fast. there is a car waiting to turn left, pressing forward. i realize she's putting too much space between us, tempting him to turn, so i walk faster to close the temptation. she glances nervously at me as i land on the other corner, her face is round & pale, her lips are small & red, her eyes small & sharp. it's only early evening but the dark is already deep. the street is wet and bright and busy with traffic. something about the way she looked at me, how eager she was for the light change. i pause when we get the walk sign, trying to be an angel, apparently looking like the devil. my glow misread, i continue home, skipping inside the sparkle.
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