it was a cloudy day.
harold was quite a boy.
he had been a boy for a long time.
he wanted to stand up to the man.
he stood on the street watching the man’s door.
he had a piece of paper in his pocket with one word written on it.
a car drove past - a red 2006 volvo.
harold wanted to laugh, but could only shake his head.
the clouds wanted to cry, but could only watch.
it was that kind of day.
another car drove past - a blue 2015 toyota.
the piece of paoer was still in harold’s pocket.
he took it out and checked the word on it again.
he thought of the woman in the green dress.
and the man in the brown hat.
and the girl - always the girl.
the man’s door opened and a boy walked out on to the street.
in a few hours it would be night.
who would get the last laugh?
on an impulse, harold decided to leave the scene.
after so many days of waiting for this moment.
he turned and walked away.
he took the piece of paper out of his pocket.
a car pulled up beside him - a black police car.
harold wished it was night.
the night that would hide him forever.
he got in the car.
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