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The Map of Small Disasters
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I went to the corner where my bike flipped instead. The sidewalk was cracked, same as always. But there was a name spray-painted on the wall—a name I didn't recognize, surrounded by stars. Just like on the map.
The name on the wall was fresh too. Spray paint still slightly wet. I pulled out my phone to search the name. Then I saw something that made my stomach drop: a date below the name. Tomorrow's date.
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I drove back to that corner at midnight. There was no name on the wall anymore. It was gone—painted over. Fresh white paint, still wet. The spray paint smell was thick. I was standing there, confused, when a shadow moved behind me.
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Inés Ferro
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