I was in the High Street, late. Just the
street lights. The department store
that isn’t there anymore was up ahead.
One of the doors opened. Someone
came out. And then someone else.
They were naked. And smooth.
Then another one. And another. All
of them naked and smooth. Soon there
were ten or eleven of them. None of
them had hair. Or shoes. And they
weren’t walking. Or running. More like...
sliding. Their arms didn’t bend. Or their
legs. The street lights shone on their
backs. Their faces didn’t move. They
didn’t speak. They had no eyes.