A Brand New Day (fiction)
I don’t think I was supposed to see him. He stood there in the early morning gray haze of dawn. I woke early and made myself a cup of coffee. Leaning against my 4 th floor kitchen balcony I looked out as cars whizzed past below me and gazed at a man dressed all in black. His slender build silhouetted against dirty grey brick of a boundary wall. The corner he was standing on was missing half of the grey tiles revealing the dirt below. He just stood there for several moments seemingly motionless. As I wondered who or what he was waiting for I looked around and saw no one else. Not in the darkened balconies in the complex behind him or on the streets his corner entertained. I leaned on the balcony rail with my fore arms as I slowly inhaled the heady scent of my sweet milky brew of java. His clothes hugged his body like a second skin. Lithe is the wo...