It’s None of Your Concern
In defense of human curiosity
“It’s none of your concern,” the voice whispered out to me. I almost didn’t hear it. Maybe I imagined it, occurred to me. And had to look to find the peering and strangely angry eyes of the fellow at the bus stop.
I was only vaguely aware of the rest of him, around his eyes, and a shadowy second figure. I absorbed that this second person must…