SINISTER INCLINATIONS

(Observation of a NYC subway derelict)

Copyright 1983, 2001 Bob Székely.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Time passes slowly as we part. A bedraggled, unshaven fiend of a man reveals himself to be hidden in a veil of shadowy terror; cringing in mute recognition of himself. He rambles in an imperceptible mumble, as he claws at his rigor-mortised clothing. Disease makes its home here, at this sanctuary of vile infestation.

If luck will aid him, he may be able to scrounge up the small fortune of a few cents, which would grant him a small cup of hot coffee. Which would be nice, of course. It would give him something to do for the day.

He could pull back the lid to take a small sip, mumble a few words over the cup in some arcane mock ritual, and then laugh hysterically into the cup to curl up in a corner into more impenetrable mumbles. Ah, what fun! The Joys of Life………