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Confetti fell in my hair, strange faces blurred my vision. Horns.
sounded. Everyone was smiling. These were the people that had.

given their future to Jack Stone, and they were celebrating it. Fools,
but happy fools, anyhow. What is Jack Stone, I asked myself.

"What is Jack Stone?" I yelled aloud.

Suspicious glances, looks of annoyance and confusion-but the

celebration, the noise, continued. These faces, these friendly hands,
they only knew the celebration.

"To hell with you all!" I screamed violently.

More confetti fell in my hair. No, the people had no answer to'

the enigma of Jack Stone. Only I knew the man was out of propor-

tion to what a man should be. But I had no answer Beth could

never know ... but Potter-maybe Potter knows but none gets

hurt. People just get emptied, and they never know it.

Then, without a warning, rain came. Big drops pounded the'

pavement and the awnings. People scattered and the noise stopped.

I pulled my trench coat about me and walked slowly up Main Street

under the dim neon lights and looked, finally, at the smiling, flashing

face of Jack Stone. On and off. On and off. I walked slowly through

the driving rain, glad to be alone-past the crowded bars, the empty

stores, and the dark alley-ways, through the world ... the jungle of
Jack Stone.

analogy

by patricia snyder
Rumbling) roaring) moving onward .
Sparks flying from the heated rails .
Lonely whistle) echoing through a stagnant night ...
Here a second) gone the next.

Lonely train) how closely you parallel life!

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