knee length leopard print coat,
white pants, a fedora and a cane
fashioned from a tree branch.
"Bitch better have my money!"
he said to no one in particular.
Everyone stood in silence as he
walked through the small crowd.
He said it again, perhaps hoping
to elicit a response from us. It
wasn't going to happen. An
eternity of seconds passed before
he resumed his walk down the
street. At the end of the night I'm
sure that's all anyone in that crowd
was going to remember the next
morning. I wonder if he ever found
her and got his money.
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