I fall asleep to the automobile tires spinning on asphalt, the screeching birds overhead, the peddling boys on bicycles churning their spindly legs, and the traffic lights changing from green to yellow to red.
Excerpt from Old Sneaker on a Broom Handle by Mark Tulin appearing in Friday Flash Fiction.
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