The Walker

3/26/2016

I get up from my comfy couch, no matter how comfy it is the calling of a cigarette sounds better. Riffling through my purse I find my half empty pack and lighter. Opening the front door I feel how cold it's gotten and grab my sweater off the hook next to the door. I head out and sit on the front steps and light my smoke. It's quiet and calm outside with hoots of owls coming from the trees down the street. Then I hear it a light shuffling coming down the sidewalk, slowly but surely getting closer and closer. Then I see a bright red hooded figure, slightly hunched over and looking a bit lost. I understand since all the townhouses look the same on this street and the next.. and the next.. and all over this base they all look the same. I stay quiet and just watch them shuffle along and then I realize it's Saturday, they are probably a drunk soldier trying to find there way home. So I call out “are you lost?”... It falls on deaf ears as they just keeps walking completely ignoring me. Oh well, I shrug and head back inside as I flick my cigarette onto the concrete.