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I was wearing a sweatshirt with an embroidered bluejay on it when this stranger whacked my shoulder with his hand gestured behind me, meaning look back there where a woman, about my age, sat idling at the stop sign calling something to me that I couldn’t hear— did I know her from somewhere? Had she been trying to say hello? Had I dropped something on the crosswalk? Confused, I turned back around and the stranger flipped me off continued walking briskly, hardly having broken his gait though to me it had been a full minute since he’d touched me I could hear the woman now, as I came back to myself Are you all good? Ah, he wasn’t pointing to her, she was just where he was pointing I was, but thank you so much for checking She said he’d been following me so closely for a block and she didn’t love the look of it I could hardly hold my blossoming heart inside, straining against the bluejay for her otherworldly kindness I took a different route back to my apartment, in case he was waiting for me ahead I scrutinized my corner for his dark sweatshirt and pale face but fortunately I remembered hers much better
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Bluejay and the Stranger
I was wearing a sweatshirt with an embroidered bluejay on it when this stranger whacked my shoulder with his hand gestured behind me, meaning look back there where a woman, about my age, sat idling at the stop sign calling something to me that I couldn’t hear— did I know her from somewhere? Had she been trying to say hello? Had I dropped something on the crosswalk? Confused, I turned back around and the stranger flipped me off continued walking briskly, hardly having broken his gait though to me it had been a full minute since he’d touched me I could hear the woman now, as I came back to myself Are you all good? Ah, he wasn’t pointing to her, she was just where he was pointing I was, but thank you so much for checking She said he’d been following me so closely for a block and she didn’t love the look of it I could hardly hold my blossoming heart inside, straining against the bluejay for her otherworldly kindness I took a different route back to my apartment, in case he was waiting for me ahead I scrutinized my corner for his dark sweatshirt and pale face but fortunately I remembered hers much better
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
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