I stand here, broken glass crunching under my shoes, holding this t.v. A Sony. Good deal. It’s free. Everything’s free tonight.

People are everywhere. Bumping me in their rush to move on to the next place. The streets are alive like I’ve never seen. A group of guys high five each other in front of a burning car. Think I know one them, so I turn away. A kid pulls the wrapper off a candy bar as she runs out of the grocery store, shoveling it in like it’s been weeks since she last ate. Lots of them come out with shopping carts full of stuff. Down the street, people carry tires out of the Firestone store. Mismatched tired, what’ll they do with them? Not my problem.

Excerpt from a short story, “Rage,” by Kara Pomeroy(C)

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