Slices of in-between,
small enough for a single sitting
The man walked down the street as he had the day before. It was the same street. It was the same people, more or less. The man greeted most of them. Some offered small talk about the weather, about work. A new business was opening. A family was selling their house.
The woman stood and looked out the window. Below, some cars were stopped at a red light. A pedestrian crossed in the middle of the block and entered the parking structure.
The man stood with one hand on the jogger. A young father carried a baby across the wooden porch and down the four snow covered steps. He placed the baby carrier in the jogger and fastened the straps. The man held a pacifier. He reached under the hood of the carrier. His hand came away empty.