By Arjun Basu
The sound of horses. Of galloping. Albertson wakes and hears horses and the sound is real enough that he has to look out his window and sure enough, there are horses racing down his street. He watches them cross another street, and run into the darkness, toward the condo construction zones, toward the reason he’s being priced out of his apartment. He pinches himself to feel pain and he does. He notices the early dog walkers on the street, awestruck, their dogs’ barking now the dominant sound, a sound Albertson had not noticed until now, though surely the dogs had been barking the entire time.
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