The Spy

I see a man every day. He has a walking stick, a black coat, dark glasses and a black shapeless hat.

He could be a spy.

He does not wear a gaberdine suit or have a bowtie that is really a camera, but that does not preclude him from being a spy.

I have never spoken to him and probably never will, but once he berated a bus driver for being two minutes late because he was going to miss his train.

He is just one more person that I see every day.

He still might be a spy, though.