Can He Catch You?

Man lurks in parking lot.

Masks his nerves with yet another cigarette and waits to catch a few girls out on their own this summer night. His boys stand, ready, in the shadow cast by the too-bright street light.

White limo parked around the corner seems the only innocence around, though such a supposition couldn’t be farther from truth.

Dark sky looks as if it has just been painted a few shades darker. Seeming to notice, the men shift their weight uneasily in the heavy, humid air. Rain begins to fall, gingerly at first, coating the black asphalt with a slippery wetness.

Restaurant door opens.
Two walk out.

They giggle, speaking to each other in singsong voices, carrying on a conversation that draws eyes.

View this story's 5 comments.