they moved across sidewalks and crosswalks in the way that fish swim. scattering, moving, riding the current. occasionally one or two took the bait, walked away with a newspaper, took a hot dog or got sucked in under a damp awning. almost every one was caught and thrown back in, immediately unrecognizeable; instant oneness. just once, she thought, as she moved with the flow, just once i want to be caught and kept. not knowing exactly what that meant.
unblinking, she ducked out of the rain and into a store, her jacket shining like scales.
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