close call.

nice day, he thought, walking down the steps and across the sidewalk. he glanced up, it's going to rain this afternoon. back to the sidewalk, he saw her.
there she is again, he mumbled aloud.
keep walking, he assured himself, just don't look at her. perhaps she won't notice. perhaps she won't stop.
he watched her look once, then concentrated on the grey concrete, counting his feet. i know she saw me...one two one two one...

a few seconds later he looked up again. she was gone.

close call.



remind me--why must the world be so grey?