He was a mysterious looking man.
I didn't notice him at first.
This guy, who was waiting on the park bench, outside, by the bus stop.
In front of the store.
Pensively smoking a cigarette that he borrowed from a passer-byer.
I was inside, browsing around, buying rolling papers.
Also, shopping for incense.
A ginger haired, coyly-bearded, man with light green eyes,
that seemed to peer right through you,
said to me (as I exited the store)
"They come to me."
"Demons," he said. Folding the reptilian-tailed looking whip between his
fingers and hands.
"That's why I carry this whip."
"Oh?" I said. Intrigued.
…"that's wild man!"
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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
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