the beasts

On a cold and dark morning late in February when ghost stories would be told at number 402 pitcher street, I opened my window and outside there was a man and woman the man was black and the woman white. And the man had a black coat with fur round the brim and the woman had a coat patch with crocodile leather jacket a complete pure white. and in the small glare of the lamppost in the middle of the couple, there came a lightning flash and the woman no more a human but a snappy reptile. and the man a fierce wild cat the king of the jungle. Beasts I called them monsters.

and glare at me they did, I drew back and fell, but was caught by my aunt. I got up again a opened the window but the only movement was a rustle in the leaves.

Then 15 years later I was on the over ground reading the paper and I thought I saw them sitting next to each other and reading books. I walked over but then they saw me and it suddenly was black as the train drew into tunnel, I saw a flash of lighting. the train came out of the tunnel but they were not sitting there. al that was left were books I sat down and picked them up they had blank covers but I looked inside and as I read it I figured out what it was. it was an reinterpretation of Romeo and Juliet but with the gangs as crocodiles and lions. And in it there were two scenes were I appeared the last one was with me here reading it what would happen next...