Crossing the street on an average day,
two sets of eyes lock for the briefest of moments.
A familiar gaze hides behind the glance of a stranger.
Shoulders brush; they part ways.
A message has been delivered.
Crumpled up paper passed in a flash simply reads, ‘They’re coming.’
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