I am a man somewhat older (in real life I’m a woman in my 40s). I am in a beachside town and there is a storm coming. It’s a major storm which they anticipate will wash most of the shoreline beach and buildings into the ocean. I’m not prepared. My coat isn’t waterproof and because of my beard and the extra blanket that I have wrapped around me, people think I may be homeless. It’s an affluent neighborhood. They want me to MOVE ON. I stop into a beauty salon to get one last haircut and a new dress (?). They are packing to leave, but give me the address of another location on higher ground. They send me out in the gathering rain with peanuts and unpopped popcorn kernels in the big pockets of my coat.
blh
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