It’s a piece of wind-tumbled street trash when he picks it up off the sidewalk, a small partial hoop of metal. Probably finished aluminum, but it shone a bit like dirty brass. Turning it in his hands, his cell phone conversation uninterrupted, he takes it back to his chair by his fruit stand and…
May 02. ~*~ 34 Foxtrots. 
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