News From The Absent

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I wonder if I left the keys in the door or I wanted your news so bad, I had to let you in somehow. How hard I thought it would be to release a pigeon. How fearful I was. Much like the shoppers in the bread section of Key Foods that one time. We rolled our carts along as if we were walking on long planks. But somehow I found it perched there already, when I least expected it. An oil slick rainbow of a coat glinting in the sun. And with my two hands I lifted the flimsy mesh.