My Dark Gift
My Dark Gift Alone, standing in a darkened doorway in a city whose name escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall. His coat pulled up close around his neck trying to ward off the elements, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts, as cars with their passengers pass by on journeys of their own as the rain is pouring down all around him. The night hides his true intentions, that of a man unsure of his nature. Still he stands unmoving; people go by unaware or just uncaring of his presence, as no one approaches. Slowly the rain eases its torrent as this man for the first time in half an hour moves, he raises his head slightly as he stands erect, his muscles tighten as an animal’s would just before an attack. …