RIGHT SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE
I was walking. I was shattered by noise.
The corner of Mandletown Road and Big
Eddy Corners was close by. The Chevrolet
that backfired sounded like a gun, from
1991. Back when Chevies last fired big.
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Outside the greenery, right there this
morning. I'd espied a bear trimming my
property. The clocks had changed in the
middle of the night, so everything was
a bit screwed up - my awakening, the
outside light, and all the rest.
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I thought it was a hunchback, funny
as that seems, or some weirdly huddled
guy crossing my front area. Usually when
I awake there's three or four munching
deer there. Today it was a bear there.
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Now, hours later, this choking Chevy went
by - kids as glum as Hell, coaxing their
old car along as it sputtered and spit. I
hadn't had a scene like that in years. Funny
as all get out; cars used to always do that
stuff - in the old days. Now they mostly
run as smooth as silk.
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