Parking Lot Wraith

A flash of movement behind my car,

I start, not knowing exactly what it is.

I look to the side, the image of a man,

tall and thin, dressed in all black and gray appears,

marching determinedly across the lot.

My car stopped, I take a moment to watch him. For

all the world with his manner and gait, he is late for an important meeting.

Meeting someone at the grocery store.

Still – he gives himself away.  

He stops to pick up something from the sidewalk.

Only street people do that.

He parks on the tables outside the store, I go in to shop.

I poke around; lemonade, chopped kale salad, frosting gel.

All the important stuff.

I come out with my little bag.

The parking lot wraith is gone.

Disappeared somewhere, into the night.

Cew

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