Driving to work in the slate cold of pre-dawn, I swooped past a well-lighted home. Just as I slashed before the front-facing picture windows, something caught my eyes—what seemed a lovely floral display atop a lofty marbled pillar. When I snapped my head back for a more substantial look, I discovered the flowers to be a broad-shouldered woman with really messy hair looking out. Then gone. I drove the rest of the way to work wondering which of my two views was true. For the husband’s sake, I am hoping for the flowers.
--Mitchell Hegman
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