Vagrant

The vagrant tries to pass by in the shadow on the edge of the pool of light. He is trying to hurry himself a little. Several voices call out to him right at the most dangerous point of the passing; three voices he thinks; two girls and a man; at a table. The three are making some kind of caressing noises towards him, sucking through their lips, and urging him in a soft nonthreatening tone to join them, possibly; he can't be sure. His pace doesn't falter. Though he won't turn his head towards them, his ears are sharp and pricked back, and soon he is lost again in the deep shadow. But later he thinks back over the episode and grows moody. Despite himself he returns to it again and again and is forced to accept that perhaps he would have been better-off accepting the possible offer of what? A few moments passing friendship? And so he returns to the spot. The light has been put out. He can find neither hide nor hair of the two girls and a man. They had left more than an hour ago.