Sunday afternoon

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Pulled up at the 4-way. No cars behind, either side, approaching. A pedestrian is steadily sauntering down the centre of the road directly toward me. I fix my eyes on his black sunglasses as I decide to drive around him on the wrong side of the road. He keeps pace and direction, I glance at him in my reverse view mirror, walking directly across the junction without looking for traffic approaching from either side. He disappears over the brow into the wealthy residential district and I wonder if that focussed direction is accompanied by a gun.

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