The Creme Egg man…

His ears were dead hairy, but not hairy enough to stop the wax from flowing out like a little waxy stream down to his hairy temples… that was like a crème egg too, the yellow bit of the crème egg.  I don’ t mean to turn you off crème eggs n’ stuff… 

He was focussed on one thing and one thing only and that was fag butts.  He couldn’t get enough of them.  His eyes combed the pavement and he bent down to pick up a flattened one that had only a centimetre in it. Even though he was a large man, he was bird like in the way he chose his fag butts. A longer fag was lying only a metre away from where he picked up the stubby one, I saw his eyes darting over to it, eyeing it up but he didn’t go for it cuz it would have been too big a risk for him. It would come with the possibility of some kind of confrontation, be it with the front of a bus, or a person shouting at him. He would then be forced out of his comfort zone and maybe he would have to run.

He decided he was better off not having any interactions.

Well I have been thinking of him since and wondering about him quite a bit…I was thinking that maybe he is from eastern europe or somewhere and he was a spy or knew some top secret information and he posed a threat to the government so they gave him a face lift and a lobotomy and shipped him over here and let him loose, dumped him on the streets like a stray dog…

 

 

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