Water

It’s a few miles to the next town, but Jeremy takes his time.  Birds lie flat.  The sun doesn’t move.

He gets a water bottle out of a convenience store fridge, flips change onto the counter.  The clerk sits against the displays, watching him.

The people on the sidewalk eye him like wolves.  On the bench, there’s a woman in a sleeveless dress.  He sits, drinks.

“Y’know,” he lights a cigarette.  “I waited a long time for something like this to happen.  Now I don’t know what to do.”

He jumps a foot when she asks to bum a smoke.

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