“Are you looking for humans?”

There’s a faint gleam in his eye. He looks wily.

It’s January. The post-holiday doldrums. Outside the restaurant, I’m standing next to the display menu trying with zero effort to entice people to have lunch. It’s 1 p.m. and the place is empty.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I ask.

I can’t tell if this guy regularily sleeps on park benches or if he’s one of those rich dudes who dresses like a bum because he doesn’t have a single person left to impress on the planet.

“I said, are you looking for humans to eat?” He eyes me.


nervous laugh…

“I suppose so… I’d say anyone who’s hungry.”

“Mhmm,” he responds, strolling away down the sidewalk. ☼