He was standing there; mortified, frozen
In the middle of the street
Glancing right, glancing left
Behind him, even above him
Terrified
Terrified that someone might have seen.
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut
The fear shooting through his body
The top of his head
Bare as the day he had been born
Horrified
Horrified that this should have happened in such a public place.
In a snap, quick as a wink
He shrugs into the collar of his greatcoat
And makes a mad dash down an alley
And disappears
Never to be seen by me again.
Another gust of wind blows
And I spot his toupée
Vanishing down an open manhole













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