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The Pedestrian
The world changesw from the gentle day,to the dark,misty, suspicious night.
A pedestrianstops to rest undet the streetlight. He is wearing baggy jeans and his faded green hat is worn and dirty. The street is dark except undcet the streetlight that buzzes ominously in the silence. Not many cars pass. It's late now. The sun's long gone and it's overcast.
A foreboding scene.
The pedestrian takes off his hat and fans himself with it. It's a hot night and he's beenwalking for a long time in the humidity. He looks up at the night sky, then peers around suspiciously into the darkness. Someone is watching him. And if something...suspicious were to happen, the silent,breathless night would overwhelm it. Nobody would know. The lights in the house across the street finally go out. A pickup truck pulls out of the driveway. The neighbor is off to work. Nobody seems to be watching. But what if someone is following the pedestrian? What if he doesn't make it home? What if someone can tell that he's afraid? The pedestrian puts his hat back on and conitnues on walking. He's not stopping again...
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"I'd wanted to stay on that porch with him until the sun shone bright on both of us, but i didn't. I stood up and walked down the steps. I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it." from I am the Messanger by Markus Zusak.