The Man (Blog #7)

The man in the black suit and alligator skin shoes, stood there. He waits for, something to happen. His dark skin beaded with sweat as the blazing sun weighed down its rays. I am waiting he thinks to himself. People avoid his menacing stature and swiftly turn away. But he's just waiting. Waiting on his doorstep for something. Suddenly the menacing giant turns is head and readies himself to speak. reaching into his pocket, he takes out an object. Click click. He then yells, "Mittens!" and emerging from the shadowy bushes struts over a black and white cat who lovingly brushes her head against his leg. He puts down the clicker and gives Mittens a treat for returning when he called her. His deep voice cooed sweetly at the young cat and he sat down on the stoop beside her. She soon joined him on his lap and they sat together staring at the swift river of bustling humans and cars.

He consoled the cat and beckoned her inside and shuts the door soon after. Mittens hops up onto the window sill and stared at the man walking against the sea of people who parted before him like the red sea once did.