Urban Ghosts

The man in the suit stares as I pass by. His grey coat blending into the surrounding walls, the only thing I can see is the warn smooth brown frame of the fake wood doorway beside him. I don’t see him, he has chosen to blend into his surroundings. The country people stare more than the city people. It comes from the small town, knowing people, recognizing, is that farmer brown’s son? Who is driving that new car, now the city people travel to the country and the country people stare. Stare they stare...