The tall man slipped out the gate, his gaze stone frozen, a testament to his reptilian blood. He needed heat. The sun would warm him and so would his task today.
The sun beat down like a drummers tapping on a symbol, not that the beats were warming him much, only his task would give him the rush of warm blood his cold heart needed.
He stood on the path, watching his prey flood by like an African river filled with hippos, and he the crocodile waiting for the weak to pounce upon.
Ladies scurried past, children in hands, clasping tight to avoid anyone a danger. Eye sight fleeting, a few glances at the Tall Man, as he stood in his thick jacket, an obvious sign of danger to those wise to his tactics.
He glanced at the sun, it pulsed slowly in the afternoon sky, and those young and carefree enjoyed its play, clothing loose, tanned body parts abound.
The Tall Man noticed an obvious target. A bedraggled old man who seemed to be panning for money, ignored by the crowds, all happy in their own worlds, careless of those who didn’t fit in.
He was the perfect prize, and in his own way he thought that he would be doing the old man a favour. Society had forgot him, and the crowd of people ignored his plight, a sign of the times.
He tilted his flat hat down to hide his eye line from the crowd of people as he pushes his way through the river of people. A Nile of neglect, and a world to forget, he convinced himself and found his way to the young hippo.
“Hi let me help you”, The Tall man said, gently holding out his hand to the man who looked up startled that anyone had seen him.
“Oh thank you sir, thank you so much”, he replied, eager in his thanks, naive in his belief of kindness on offer.
“Let me help you there”, The Tall Man took firm grasp of the hippo’s hand and almost pulled him towards an alley way.
“I’m not going that way”, the man said.
“Oh yes I’m afraid you are”, came the cold reply. The crocodile teeth now on show, the man shocked at his situation.
“Oh no please sir” the hippo cried, but it was too late, and the crocodile had his prey, and pushed him down an alley to be devoured.
The Tall Man would soon be hot within again.
@ 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid
A ten minute piece of classwork that was in the style of "Surreal" and about a character whose physically cold no matter what the weather outside.
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