Helene sat on her stoop, enjoying the cool Autumn air. Her joy broke by shouting from across the street.
It was Korean George hollering at someone to leave his corner bodega. A young punk hurried out as Korean George chased him, wielding a bat.
“And don’t lemme see your ass in here again.”
“Yeah, whatever gook-face.”
The man walked across the street to where Helene sat, grinning.
“What’ya staring at you old hag?”
“Just watching you.”
“Well, don’t, you’re gonna burn a hole in me.”
She smiled as he walked away, breaking into laughter when he spontaneously burst into flame.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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