I saw Ed in the shadows on Perry street. A streelamp must have gone out because it was very dark. There was a helicopter circling the neighborhood, it’s spotlight straffing.
“A sign of things to come,” he said, as though they were looking for him.
A couple of houses down from where Ed sat there was a thickly planted bed of tulips, their bulbs near to bursting but still unopened. They huddled together in the dark like a SWAT team ready to deploy. Patient, silent. As though the helicopter’s spotlight was looking for them.
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More about Ed here here, and here.
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