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Urban fiction short story
As the sun slumps, the starving folk in rags love gathering on my lawn. They're waiting fir me to drag myself home from work. It's kinda how I've always imagined having a loyal pet might be; only, you know, horrible.
The tall fence throws striped shadows across the road that I feel ought to rattle like speed traps on approach. My Prius spotlights a series of slack faces pressed between the palings and they flinch back into the herd, too roughly, leaving splinters crowning their ears. My welcoming committee. More every day ...
White Picket can be enjoyed as part of Vu Ja De: Collected Short Stories Volume Three.
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