Friday, November 10, 2006

The person waiting for the walk light was probably about ten.

His orange hooded jacket hung from his head and down his back, sleeves and all. He was treating it as a cape, moving himself so as to move the jacket.

Sometimes he flourished it like he was Superman and sometimes he made it jiggled it like he was a severely bored human being impatiently passing time.. He went back and forth between being six and sixteen.