Thousand: Two Hundred Ninety-Five

just walk through me with your pushcart anyway?” The girl shook her head. “Your body is too lumpy and the cart too heavy for me to get it over you. But, if you like, I can deflate you, roll you up, and stow you against the wall over there.” She nodded toward a boarded up storefront. “Have the sirens stopped?” “Only the ones that have been taken out. What impresses me are the shudders in the earth from the explosions of the bombs.” “That’s evidence then, isn’t it? As far as my ear is concerned there’s nothing but the silence