WitnessesOctober 1972
The boy had been in the derelict house from before the sunsetted hues had left the evening sky taking the day away, and the moon began her heavenly watch in silent golds.
Convinced now his friends weren't coming and decided to go home until the approaching hum of a car said to wait as it entered the street from the back end. Its lights out, gliding through the falling mist. Two people in the front and no plates visible. Certain he hadn't been seen, retreating from the open hallway and climbing the broken staircase to the front bedroom, and the window.
The silhouettes were casual in their manner. Just two regular guys standing at a corner smoking, except they weren't talking and both of them were looking in the same direction. His sneeze is loud and the shapes look
