Short story: Then a breeze blows
I sit in the sun reading. A girl sits near me, she is pretty. She talks loudly on her phone and sounds confident despite her hunched posture. She smokes cigarettes one after another. Her voice rises when she swears and the smell of her smoke fills my nostrils. I become irritated. Then a breeze blows against my warm face and through my hair. I decide to let it carry me away.
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