MANDIBLE
Beneath the bridge the road
seemed to turn onceover. It was
merely the watery refection of
lights. Water had backed up
over the curbing, and all it had
done was thrown my perception
askew. Off. Whichever one will
do. I hate the roadside lamp poles
anyway - all that useless light
that ends up going for nothing.
Some rooftop tarmaker with a
newly polished car probably
basks in that reflection. He
lives alone in Chevyland.
Now that's living!
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