The Author

HARRY

by Konrad

I strolled down the street without any purpose, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. The last bit of daylight was disappearing from the autumn sky and when the street lamps came on the coolness of the season made itself felt. I can't remember any reason for my walk on this day. Perhaps it was to watch the fog rise and curl itself around the trees and houses, or maybe it was just to watch my shadow appearing and disappearing, dancing, and hiding behind me, trying to be a separate person but having to take each step that I took.

I came to a corner and stood under the street lamp. In a nearby school yard there was a solitary maple tree. As I watched the tree we seemed to share our aloneness, to be weary together. I was not expecting a voice and for a minute I was startled.

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