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@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 12:02 AM

“Anything Helps”

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“ANYTHING HELPS” There was no shade on the median. He held a weathered piece of cardboard in his hand, statements scrawled in permanent marker on either side. Red light: up and down the median he tread, stopping here and there for a few bills. Sun-soaked, his gray tank looked soiled, and the cargo shorts hung loose around his hips, begging to stay up. In my pockets I fidgeted for my wallet, and felt within them a lack of bills, then the light turned green.
@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 10, 2026, 11:31 PM

A Return

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A RETURN Followed the evening route up the hidden staircases. On the corner they built a chateau-inspired home. Wrought-iron gate 10-feet tall circled the property. Every night the same: lights out, vacant garage, no signs of cooking or music or laughter or garbage cans filled and tipping over. Then, passing it by, I noticed somebody had pushed the automated gate open.
@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 9, 2026, 12:05 AM

Good News

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@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 7:47 PM

Discovery

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DISCOVERY To avoid the holiday rush I parked further along the road where there was no beach access. A dozen yards behind me a car emitted a shrill beeping like a triggered alarm. I grabbed my bag and began to climb down between the mangroves. Clutching a branch for balance as I navigated the shifting sand, I found etched in the bark a pair of initials. My fingers caressed the wound crusted over by salt and time.
@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 12:03 AM

Hunt

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HUNT Looking for a sign, I shone my flashlight against the base of the palm tree. Stuck in time: illuminated against the bark several cockroaches appeared. Afraid they scurried under the roots, into the dirt and sewer, and I away, rubbing at the skin of stale mosquito bites.
@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 9:06 PM

Abandonment

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@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 3, 2026, 3:18 AM

Last Lighting

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