January 15, 2017
Ronnie was walking past the old grocery on Main and Dugan Street. The sidewalk was wet with tiny puddles where stones had come out of the cement. The cigarette manís clothes were collapsed into the corner between the sidewalk and the wall. There were his black shirt and black pants with the belt still in them. Hst hat was there, leaning askew against the wall. His old black shoes were sitting at the bottom of the pant legs. Everything was there; just no cigarette man. Ronnie imagined the cigarette man running naked down the street. His white legs were flashing.