And How To Comfort One
Woozy wasn’t the right word, but it was the first word that came to mind as he walked back through the midday fog. Traffic had reestablished itself as the dominant species of Midland, and even pedestrians walked about the town again unlike the solitude Paulie had earlier this morning.
The world had a glow about it. A glow of normalcy returned. Like the way things had been before this morning. Back in the past, when his tumor lived inside him, or further back, when he didn’t know he had a tumor. Or even further back again, back when he had a mouth full of teeth, a steady job, a regular consistent schedule.
Everything was seemingly back to normal for the world around him. Passersby ignoring others, unsmiling fast-food workers serving fast-food to frowning patrons, c
