Murder In Sixth Street Alley pt #5

the empty, except for a few dumpsters, trees and shrubs, moon-bright street,
afforded a few nasty hiding places. the killer, investigating the inside
one of the dumpsters, was sifting through the trash. making a terrible din.
slipping into the darkness of a large, leafy bush to catch my breath, it suddenly hit me!
I didn't have to escape this killer, I only had to out-smart him. on this I quickly decided...
smiling to myself, I considered my assets. my air-cushioned tennis shoes, silent except on gravel.
so, I would have to be in sync with noises he was making.the angrier he became, the more noise
he made. the dark clothing, which I always wore would blend into shadows of the ebony night.
my black trench coat and fedora would help me blend into the shadows. thick dark clouds moved
in front of the moon, I reached into the back of my shoe, finding my trusty blade, newly sharpened.
while he moved to another dumpster, I made good use of this opportunity, circling around behind him.
now the hunter had become the hunted...