So creepy. That was my first thought when I first saw these men. But even then I was drawn to them, these men in their dark, drab suits, lugging their cases and umbrellas like they needed to be somewhere.
But they looked lost. They were just milling about, unable to decide which was the right way. This guy looked like he wanted to ask for directions.
I was a little freaked out, so I pretended not to notice his eye contact and walked on by to get a bit more space between us. That wasn’t very nice of me.
Who were these men? They had obviously walked out from someone’s dream or nightmare but a literal misstep had landed them into the wrong plane. The blinding sunlight was a dead giveaway.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you. I can barely help myself,” I said to another guy who looked like he wanted to ask for assistance. “You aren’t the only ones who don’t belong here.” I spoke gently, in a low voice I kept from shaking. I didn’t want to be rude. I just didn’t want to talk with him.
I think he understood my growing distress, because like his friend earlier he backed away too.
What a cool water feature. I tried to push my mind away from the men So pretty, the way it cascades.
I turned around and they were still there. I hurried away.
It occurred to me only later that maybe they weren’t trying to ask for directions, they just wanted to offer me some.
Oh well, too late now. I’ve just never been good with strangers. I avoid them like the plague, especially when they make me think of me.