Dressed in the long beige trenchcoat, panic cream. Black top hat and dark glasses
Taking steps to follow in unison.
Unwary crowds swarmed and separated.
The gray manner kept it up, even reproduced clever gestures.
Both absurd and refined from those infront and those behind.
Creeping, entering and exiting shops surrepticiously
Little undertakings of purchasing, timed and executed to fit back into the false safety.
The invisible danger of going incognito, not understood.
Coming up to the car, the head turns left and right to capture any potential harmdoers.
Several clung to the brick out of sight.
They crouched with evil grins, despotic eyes, insane brows, behind the walled corner.
Their shadows hostile and unpleasant, touching out and making the gray manner drop her keys.
Slipping from her hand and mouth cursing.
Luckily trapped in the grate not falling through.
Panic cream didn't take, for the hand quickly went down to grab, white knuckles, gray man.
Half because of the horrid shadows
Half because she was afraid the keys would slip down further. Pushed by the evil shadow fingetips.
As she arrived home in her safe bubble of a car. On the safest route back to her address
She unlocked the door and closed it behind her. Taking off the colored rainbow scarf inside her trenchcoat.
And taking a deep breath out as if she was holding it the entire time.
She threw the scarf down next to the bumper stickers demonstrating her political opinions and sense of humour idem.
There was much to celebrate. She had survived another trip to town. Unidentified. Undisclosed.
In that sweet illusion of safety.
