Kelvin McCloud and the Seaside Storm

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KELVIN MCCLOUD AND THE SEASIDE STORM air on his face In front of him dark streets tinted with yellow light stretched between the buildings of Midtown West Manhattan Or Hell’s Kitchen as it was normally called Henry stopped his feet aching Trying to catch his breath he looked around No luck The woman was gone Henry glanced at the sky imagining a UFO zipping away above the rooftops He shook his head Grow up he said to nobody in particular Henry closed his eyes picturing that long yellow hair again vanishing into the stairwell It stirred something in him It felt as if a serpent had just woken up in his gut and now slithered and coiled inside him Who was that woman Something about that hair A group of teens wearing baggy T-shirts walked by hands deep in their pockets Henry turned back inside The grimy stairwell seemed cool compared to the muggy summer night and Henry started the long walk up the stairs in silence (cid:49)(cid:76)(cid:81)(cid:87)(cid:75)(cid:3) (cid:193)(cid:82)(cid:82)(cid:85)(cid:17)(cid:3) (cid:44)(cid:81)(cid:3) (cid:87)(cid:75)(cid:72)(cid:3) (cid:75)(cid:68)(cid:79)(cid:79)(cid:90)(cid:68)(cid:92)(cid:3) (cid:68)(cid:75)(cid:72)(cid:68)(cid:71)(cid:15)(cid:3) (cid:68)(cid:3) (cid:83)(cid:82)(cid:79)(cid:76)(cid:86)(cid:75)(cid:72)(cid:71)(cid:3) mahogany plaque hung next to his uncle’s apartment door Henry had helped his uncle hang it there last winter and it was the only thing that looked new in this dirty old place Silver letters stood out from the dark surface It read 4