She called. He turned. His face got big.

March 28th, 2013, 10am

It was 12°C with broken clouds. The breeze was light.

“Watanabe-sensei! Watanabe-sensei! Over here!” she projects across the highway in the direction of a narrow blob of khaki and rust, a little fuzzy on top.

I look downwards at nothing of note, look up again. Watanabe-sensei’s big, round welcoming face is upon me. Two long, grey, wisps of hair, crimped by age, sway in sync like backup singers.

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Chris Palmieri

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