WELL THEN
YES
I might have broken free - the alabaster
idol
broke, shards flew everywhere. The old man
in the coffee shop stall shouted out 'well I'll
be damned, now I've seen it all!' before he fell
down crying. The nearby hoot owl sang - a
tune
most mournful yet familiar. It was, I think they
said, Richard Krebs dying. Nearby, some Mexican
lout was unloading cookies from a truck, and a
newsboy came by with the papers. He placed
them down on the marble counter and walked
off. The sunlight was just coming through; it
was six-forty-five in the morning light.
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