Joan d’Arc

He’d had the same dream for 17 days in a row.

He hadn’t noticed until the 3rd day, but since then he’d been marking the days on the calendar.

The first out of the subway car then west down 96th to Riverside Drive.

Red hair and bronze scarf fluff in the wind as she walks behind the Maid of Orleans statue.

He skips up the 6 steps.

“Here’s your coffee honey”.


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