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ninanevermore) wrote2005-06-17 10:26 am
ninanevermore) wrote2005-06-17 10:26 am
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Friday - Sepia
An old man stood next to the Southwest corner of the stoplight this morning. His dark face looked faded out, like an image in a 30-year-old photograph that the color had begun to break down in. His teeth and the whites of his eyes looked a pale yellow. Even the color in his closed seemed to be breaking down, like the entire man was fading to sepia.
He looked strait ahead into the distance, with a gaze that either was taking in everything for 100 miles or else belonged to a blind man and was taking in nothing at all. I could not tell which. Then, he turned his head and made eye contact with me. The light turned green and I took off, haunted.
I wondered if he could see the Ferris wheel. I suspected he may have just gotten off the ride and wandered in the wrong direction, crossing the street instead of taking off down the midway like he was supposed to.
He looked strait ahead into the distance, with a gaze that either was taking in everything for 100 miles or else belonged to a blind man and was taking in nothing at all. I could not tell which. Then, he turned his head and made eye contact with me. The light turned green and I took off, haunted.
I wondered if he could see the Ferris wheel. I suspected he may have just gotten off the ride and wandered in the wrong direction, crossing the street instead of taking off down the midway like he was supposed to.