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After my son steps onto the school bus, I nod and salute the driver. New guy with a gap-toothed smile.
Walking back to the house, the biting wind scatters a pack of yellow leaves.
Sip coffee at home, scrolling through the news.
War. Earthquake. Escaped Convict.
Calamities with gap-toothed smiles.
Tim Boiteau is a Writers of the Future winner currently based in Michigan. Find more at timboiteau.wordpress.com.