Neil Daniel
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I can't tell you anything about myself that would be true and significant except that I'm not the person that I was and not yet the one that I would be.
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Reconciliation
Reconciliation I For three days now, Theodore Malsch had been watching the ragged old man. He was always there, on the same corner, hugging a small cup of something hot, the pockets of his old brown coat bulging suggestively with some kind of contraband. He never spoke, but it was clear from the way he would look at Theodore that a conversation between them was imminent, wanting only the merest gesture of acknowledgment from Theodore to begin. And for three days, Theodore had not made that gesture. This was only natural, because Theodore was a sensible young man, and he understood that contraband was dangerous and unsanitary. But the bulges in those worn pockets were as intriguing as the old man's silence.
By Neil Daniel3 years ago in Fiction
