Blood At My Future

The rain drizzled down the windshield of her fathers convertible, the tires humming over the slick pavement, and the heartbeat of the world drowning out the crazy liveliness of New York. The drowning of the engine as he shifted down, slowing for the red light.

Light glinted off the puddles that seemed to be overtaking the sidewalks where busy people walked at differentiated paces. She watched closely to the people outside the window watching for the ones nobody knew about. There were two kinds of people in this world she had come to know, the seen, and the unseen. People whom everyone could associate, and those who watched silently.

They drove on for hours through busy streets and overrun alleyways cluttered with trash until the sun sank below the towering buildings. The streets wetted down by the rain. Silence hung A over her and her father until a figure caught her eye. She turned in her seat quickly to watch the face of a man lit by the the street lamp. His smile was something wicked and unearthly. His pressed coat untouched by the rain droplets that fell from the heavens. He raised a hand in a salutation; so She pressed her hand against the glass in return.

"Naomi, who are you waving to sweety?" She watched the smiling man disappeared beyond the the line of sight and she sighed, looking back to her father.

"Nobody, father." She smiled. "I just thought I saw somebody." Her father chuckled and turned up the radio drowning out the noise of the world, and something told her that that wouldn't be the last time she saw the man who couldn't be touched by the heavens elements.