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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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A Night in Atlantic City


by Sam Katz



 

They got up and snuck to the bathroom. I lay still. Everyone else was asleep. All I could hear was a giggle, a broken string of words. Then they stopped talking. To get away from the noise, I crept to the window. The wetlands were full of twilight. Where earlier there were just the circus lights of the boardwalk and darkness beyond I now saw tufts of wild grass blowing opposite the current of the channel. I thought it all looked a way it wouldn’t later that morning, the way it could only look when seen alone.