CAUTION
He had an ankle length black trench coat and always could be
found on the park bench. He left at 10 and came at 10. He and the coat fitted
like Cindy’s feet and the glass slipper. He never took it out, even on scalding
summer days.
Girls swooned and gossiped, the guys slapped his back and
ran away laughing. Immature brats flung their shuttlecocks at him and yelled at
him to pick them up. He returned silence and nothing else.
He never noticed. Or did he?
There was a massacre at Central Park last night. Twenty
died, ten missing.