Part 3

Meanwhile, on the other side of town there was confusion. It was a lazy day confusion. The morning sky was redden and bruised. Frank thought to himself it was like the world was falling as a whole into self-abuse. The dawning, presented itself much more like twilight, and even more so, as a falling out of grace. Frank tried to recollected how many days he had been unemployed and isolated, but as a matter of fact, he couldn’t tell you what day of the week it was. He rubbed his face, and stared out the window again. He didn’t have any particular plans, and wasn’t much in the mood for getting up or out at all, but something out the window called. It just seemed out of kilter, and so he plopped his holey socks on the apartment floor and shuffled to the windowsill, where he leaned his full weigh and tried to reassess the situation. There was silence. A silence so bad in his room that he finally made the effort to raise the window.

And that’s when it hit him.

06.07.20

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