Xeno Hemlock

Death's Last Days With the Dying

Brandon and I Had Never Met Before

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Brandon and I had never met before but it only took one look. One gaze at his body allowed me to discover the details I felt curious to know about him.

Clanging wheels of vehicles and collective murmurs of early city workers kickstarted Brandon's day. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his grease-spotted hands before wandering to a local coffee shop. Not permitted to enter the heaven of roasted good things, he settled outside the door, one palm open and out hoping for some morning change from passersby.

Lips unseen and voice unheard, I told him, “Happy birthday.”

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