January 14, 2017
Ronnie was walking past the old grocery on Main and Dugan Street. The morning light hacked the bricks into sharp angles. Sitting on the street, back against the grocery was the cigarette man. His legs were stuck out onto the sidewalk so that Ronnie had to step over him. His bare shins stuck out from his pants, blotted with blue patches and veins. He looked past Ronnie, out across the street. “Got a cigarette?” he asked as Ronnie stepped over him. Ronnie was startled. He didn’t answer, but kept on walking, on down the street, down past the stationery store.