Through the glass wall of the café I see the car pull up. It is bubble-like and silver, one of the redesigned Volkswagens. A young woman is driving. A gray-haired man is in the passenger seat. She parts, they get out, get themselves coffee in paper cups, cross back over the street to sit on the bench in the sunlight. I can see them past the parked car.
The car sits on my side of the street, all cool silvers, technical-looking blues, and graphite blacks. The windows are rolled all the way down. Through these eye-shaped apertures, three dogs, also all black and white and gray, have thrust out their curious, whiskery heads to sniff and stare in three different directions.
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