The Secret Bank Account

I traveled to the Financial District to open a secret bank account… Armed with a cheque addressed to that bank and a fist full of cash, I somehow knew things wouldn’t go as planned.

THEY told me I had to make an appointment and return. I knew that wasn’t happening and left.

Outside the people from the Towers puff and suck and litter their lungs with such serious looks and with seldom a smile.

I was reminded of the Leonard Cohen line. “See that line passing through the station… I used to be one of those.”

Further up Young Street a police barricade framed a jumper who was anonymous and dead under an orange tarp.

The idea of the secret bank account fades with the notion that maybe I’m making too much money.

Dennis Mantin

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