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gers on my buttons in a way no one else ever could and whispered
how much he wanted me and how unfair it all was.
The porch light blinked off once more, with consuming darkness
left over.
Clip…
I pulled the cord and let the blinds fall with a clack. I guess I
didn’t really care anymore about the Porch Giant. He has an agenda
beyond me, as do all.
…clip.
The porch light was on again—so quickly! I could see it through
the slits. I imagined dust particles whirling around as was wont of
a snow globe Todd’s children would shake, wandering, seeking the
past refuge of settlement. What of my reflection?
Tap.
I jolted back, letting my laptop slide to its side. Thoughts flashed
of Sloppy Joes, and of the Porch Giant, and of the necessitated attention he’d willed to himself now that toenail clippings have become
sharpened pencils tapped on my window.
Fingering the blinds, I looked out, saw the empty chair, and
tapped the window with my finger; The Porch Giant was playing
a game. The picture of Todd’s family lay on its side. I poked at the
window felt the coolness of the morning grasp onto me.
Tap tap…tap.
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