She Tried To Shut Down My Party Until The Precinct Walked In

The cicadas had started again outside. The last of the evening light was going off the far rooftops. Down the street, Mrs. Alvarez’s yellow roses were visible over her fence, still there, still unapproved, completely beautiful.

I raised the coffee cup in the general direction of the photographs.

“Good work,” I said.

The garage was quiet around me.

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