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May I call you Margaret?

Al rounds the corner, hands in pockets and head hung low.
Ginger’s waiting; she’s been waiting a while.
“You’re late Al” she says in that calm, matter-of-fact way that Al knows so well.
“There’s a riot going on on the Underground” he says taking the vape from his pocket.
Ginger watches him take a long suck.
“There’s always a riot going on on the underground” she says.
He exhales a sweet-scented cloud of dimensions disproportionate to his skeletal frame.
“I'm here now”
Ginger puts her hand out, palm up, “Keys” she says.

Tales for an attention deficit world

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