The metal rod in his hand didn’t have a ring to it.  Some metals have a bright tinkle to them; this sounded like it was made of lead. Still, it was definitely “Jingle Bells” being tapped out in tuneless, flat thuds against the street lamp. I walked past, inhaling his cigar smoke and singing the song in my head.

10 thoughts on “ Intersecting in the street ”

  1. I can feel the contrast between the sound of the lead rod and the jingle bells. Reminds me of Momo, where the shimmering Flower of Moments bloom and wither in the world of the Gray Gentlemen.

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