In the Window

by Cole Hersey

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I looked out from the window to see the street. It was silent. The rain came in and out. Everyone who passed, passed on the street across from me. Then, there was a man, young with a long brown beard, looking at me from the sidewalk. His shirt said, “FUCK YOU” in bold white letters resting heavily on black. He smiled, waved at me and walked on. I watched the street pass a little longer, before thinking about going outside.