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Downward stares of the big brown bears

Along the better half of a disjointed highway feet play homage to the battering of the pavement and as such pound heavily the ants and the gnats too lazy to rise up from beneath the footpaths. Wandering lost souls journey back and forth, side to side and all directions by way of their lower most extremities.

Hectic as the rushing traffic of the cars may be the flurry of angry shouts and fist full of dollars often come across strange and unusual scenes and occurrences. Daily from one to the next the plight of humans strains against the blinkers strapped onto the racers of this rat infested world.

Whether or not they pay attention is determined solely by the factor in which their assiduity has been disrobed and shown naked and trembling for the world to admire. Or if a man is lying on a busy footpath outside the window display of a store selling mammoth and gigantic sized teddy bears.

Dressed in a nondescript trenchcoat with matching fedora, a man was found lying unconscious grasping a weathered leather briefcase in his left hand. Onlookers gathered around to form a circle of stunned awe. On each passing passerby the crowd grew larger and larger. Although no one actually knew if an ambulance was on the way they each believed that one had been called and sought comfort in the arms of the big bears in the windows as they turned from mere bystanders to windowshoppers as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

As the hour approached the crowd dwindled to but a few. After an hour there was no one left standing, or indeed waiting, as the man was abandoned and the night drew its cover of darkness.

The body of the man was not seen on the following day.

Ethan Switch

Written on Tuesday, 20 May 2003

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