Man with Suitcase

         With doubtless disinterest the man ploughed through the rainswept streets of the dirty grey urban block pushed by an unbreakable focus. The evening darkness mixed with the bleakness of his surroundings and became blurred with streaks of rain. Flowing in waves from the wake his tightly bound feet were forming, water seemed to be everywhere: in the air, on the ground and underground running through grills of sewers and pipes. Piles of this dirty liquid lay in puddles through which the man trod and through which a sleek black car accelerated. Suddenly, entranced by the stallion galloping towards him, the man stopped and embraced his dream with impatient lust.

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         His sole companion as he abruptly slammed into the thickly-laid pavement was the rain.