The Dance of the Four Idiots

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It was war.

The last leaf of fall broke off and danced in the breeze. It drifted down the driveway and into the garage until it appeared right beneath John’s foot, making a loud crunch as he stepped forward.

And like how a rock tossed into a pond makes ripples, that crunch made ripples in John’s mind.