He was wearing those reflector shades.

You know the kind, all macho Top Gun style that make you feel as though your life has become a vast, bottomless cavern of vacuous nothingness.

He smiles, relishing my annoyance.

I walk away.

He phones, asking why?

My reflection was glaring, I say.

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