Story #14: Caturday Night
The night fills with a whispering wind. I watch intently through the screen. Will I see her again tonight? A breeze whiffs her scent near my window. The stronger the scent the closer she is. My hair feels jolted, my eyes dilating. Foot steps and cigarette smoke make me feel uneasy. I lay low. The scent fades. The alleyway quiets down. Seeing the sun come out, my night post ends then exhaustion takes over. Eating a snack from a crusty bowl seems savory. Lightly cleaning my hands and face with some moisture, puts me into a slumber. As I lay down half-dreaming the day seems to unfold.