Superfluous Man
Out From Under
Coming out, the light was blinding.
We hoped there would be trees by a stream, a slapping sound as leaping trout hit the water.
We hoped for a patch of grass in dappled sunlight where we would sit, edging ever closer to the bank to dangle our feet in the clear, cold stream.
We hoped for boughs laden with apples, rosy and ripe for the plucking. We hoped for the gentle laughter of a child.
When we emerged, there was a busy road, the raucous honk of car horns. Nitrous fumes clutched at our throats as the traffic sped by. You took my hand — I briefly closed my eyes and felt the dappled sunlight for one delicious moment longer.
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