Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Gumshoe

The promise of rain, lying in fat droplets on a teak-stained boardwalk, harassed by a fickle wind, waiting like some shadow-shrouded sidewalk-swallow for an opportunity to approach. I pulled up the collar of my trench coat, against the moist kisses of the wind, and walked on.

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