I went for a walk, turning left out of my aprtment building and heading up Glen Avenue towards the grocery store. I planned to cut through the parking lot, as I had done two nights before with Mom, and walk up the steep hill of Monte Vista Ave, down Kingston, and then up Rose Avenue to the crest of a hill where I could see the sunset.
When I reached the grocery store I walked past the parking lot and up to Piedmont Ave to catch a half block of the Friday evening hustle and bustle. I passed the tobacconist which smelled of cigar smoke and inside I saw a good-looking guy in a dark green suit jacket smoking the stubby remainder of a cigar. He held it a few inches from his mouth, and looked at me as I walked by.
Turning left on Piedmont, I passed a little boy with a light green balloon, and his adult companion who asked “are you a superhero?”, and then the comic book store with a poster of a lady superhero in red that I didn’t recognize, and I saw how large the store was and realized that I’d never looked inside. At the corner I turned left and headed slowly up Monte Vista.
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