the flicker between arrival and absence
The street sign flickered again, casting the number 20th Ave in shades of blue and orange. It was the kind of flicker that made you think the wires were getting crossed somewhere, maybe in a sky box too high for me to see. I walked the other way, past the empty air conditioning unit humming with static. “Lost pets,” I muttered, looking at the vacant lot across the street. Not a dog in sight. Too bad. ...