Unwanted
Once again, I tried to befriend a stranger who would prove to be no friend. The wild haired man led me up a winding stair, not to his apartment as he had promised, but to the rooftop of the busy bodega. With a staggering stride, he walked forward to the roof's edge across dried and crumbling tar. He pointed to the street below.
"One day," he said. "I threw a man below. The fall broke every bone in his body."
He paused. Then added:
"What do you think of that?"
"I don't know what to think," I replied matter of factly.
"But does it scare you?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
He then led me away to the stairs. I made my way back down and past an angry storekeeper who didn't want me around either. Ahead, the crowd roared. I made my way forward.
by Will Mayo
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