Contingency (for Lydia Davis)

That man could be my boyfriend, she thought.

The man in question was walking towards her. He had a green bag slung across his chest. He was carrying a book. The library was almost empty.

“But he’s not,” she murmured.

So the man walked past her and went away.

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