Downtown Handsome

Downtown Handsome… it’s filling out now, thank God. Things are coming into focus: the browns and the grays and the soft umber hues of Texas Street. I need to see it better. I don’t want to die without seeing it more clearly. I don’t know why it’s important. I’m bleeding and I’m hearing things I don’t want to hear, so I need to see that street, the downtown. It needs to be real, though it probably doesn’t matter anymore.

I hear a car door slam and see a man standing over the trunk of a car. He’s looking for something, and I know what it is. And then I hear: the clunk of a shovel against the side of the trunk. He slides it and I hear it rub against the spare tire. The man is wondering if this is real, if this is what he needs to do.

I need to fill in the blank spaces of downtown Handsome.


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Steven Baird

Writer, amateur photographer, ad compositor and chicken herder.

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