No. Nup. That wouldn’t do. It reeked of PhD. This was meant to be read by normal people.

Theo pressed the delete key and watched the letters march backward to oblivion. All that was left was the blinking cursor, tapping like an impatient finger. He sighed and looked away from its importuning. Through the window above his desk, he noticed that the elderly woman who lived in the shabby row house directly across the street was dragging a bench press to the curb. As the metal legs screeched across the pavement, Clancy raised a startled head and jumped up, putting his front paws on the desk beside Theo’s laptop. His immense ears, like radar dishes, twitched toward the noise. Together, Theo and the dog watched as she shoved the bench into the teetering ziggurat she’d assembled. Propped against it, a hand- lettered sign: FREE STUFF.

Theo wondered why she hadn’t had a yard sale. Someone would’ve paid for that bench press. Or even the faux- Moroccan footstool. When she brought out an armful of men’s clothing, it occurred to Theo that all the items in the pile must be her dead husband’s things. Perhaps she just wanted to purge the house of every trace of him.

Theo could only speculate, since he didn’t really know her. She was the kind of thin- lipped, monosyllabic neighbour who didn’t invite pleasantries, much less intimacies. And her husband had made clear, through his body language, what he thought about having a Black man living nearby. When Theo moved into Georgetown University’s graduate housing complex a few months earlier, he’d made a point of greeting the neighbours. Most responded with a friendly smile. But the guy across the street hadn’t even made eye contact. The only time Theo had heard his voice was when it was raised, yelling at his wife.

It was a week since the ambulance had come in the night. Like most city dwellers, Theo could sleep right through a siren that Dopplered away, but this one had hiccuped to sudden silence. Theo jolted awake to spinning lights bathing his walls in a wash of blue and red. He jumped out of bed, ready to help if he could. But in the end, he and Clancy just stood and watched as the EMTs brought out the body bag, turned the lights off, and drove silently away…

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