A Berlin Wall / Berlin, Germany by Amanda Oliver

Outside of my imagined scenarios, he winds up like he’s about to swing for a home run and lands the palm of his hand hard and loud on a pretty young tourist’s jean-shorted butt. Her mouth opens, soundless and horrified, as she bends the large map in her hands down a creaseless middle. She quickly moves her body against the wall of the storefront. I wait to see if she will say something. Put up her middle finger. Yell. Something other than press herself into a shady place like she does.

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