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The Stoplight (III)

In by Chris on July 23, 2010 at 12:02 am

Sheila shook her head and squeezed her eyelids. She felt some jostling up there, and when she looked back up, the stoplight-tomato had also become a face. It blinked once, slowly, its ponderous eyes a little too big, a little too round.

Green light. Things were normal again. People flowed into the crosswalk like the water released from a dam. Sheila just stood there, a perplexed log jammed in the chute. The green light seemed just as full of bright green dots as normal. She tried to pinpoint in her memory the moment the phantom stoplight-tomato-face had vanished, but couldn’t.


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