Before he spoke to me

Hollow were his words, yet they still lingered across the mournful night. One could hope that this pouring rain would wash it all away. Black cats judicious seek cover under weathered tin roofs, stillness pervades these quaint streets, and none could be the wiser of what had happened recently. Nothing of importance but personal misgivings. Yet all one could hope for is that the hopeful light that dawn brings anew every day, would shine upon my forehead once again. One had to seek light in these anxious times, these streetlamps giving only a dim light which is fitting for these neighbourhoods. I had expected a fateful knock on my door tonight, one or two knocks would suffice. I had dreadful encounters with brutish types, heavy and repeated knocking forcing my heart to skip a beat. One wondered the necessity of such harsh knocks when a few light knocks would do. To pace around the room like a ravenous loin would not aid me at all, I set my racing mind to finish my novel. He could come at any moment and how dreadfully his thuds on my porch would be. Sunken was my mind in this sea of literary imagination, that even the lightest knock would give me such a fearfully fright. A upon reflection of character motivation, I thought of my misgivings with him.

Before I could do that, those destined knock came crashing down upon my door. I was startled but surprisingly I was more composed than usual. What he sought after; I knew not. Our words always pass through each other like ghosts. Only opening that door could set free my worries free. When I did, I saw him soaking wet with a crumbled-up newspaper (Still a man of paper he was). He was a tall and lean man, had not lost his dignity yet and still had a slight smile to his face. I always admired the way he carried himself in life but now I fear him. His short trimmed black hair dripping water droplets everywhere and his rosy face still maintained composure. Only rain could be heard across these streets, no word escape either of our mouths. I only dreaded what was to come.