She approached him, dirty and unkempt,
stalking the sidewalk like a cougar, night and day.
“How come you never ask for money?”she asked.
He looked at her blankly. The the act
of human interaction had been lost to him. He searched his mind through ancient figments. Seconds passed as the street continued
on obliviously around them. She stood staring at him
unquestioningly, unphased by his grotesqueness. He lifted his toes inside the almost bottomless shoes to feel the gravel. Strange reminders flickered inside him, sensations from memories long lost to the confusion and shame. A wave of lust moved like a frozen tide into his barricaded mind. All he had known for so long from others was fear or obilvion. Of which, this was neither.
“Do you have any?” he asked
finally.
“No.” She responded.
He grunted and
sucked back on his dirty second hand cigarette. His shock blue eyes were the only clean patch left on such a piece of used up real estate. And he knew it. He just didn't
understand why she had come to look at the landscape.
And as quickly as she came, she turned
and walked away.
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