12/4

This is my final entry. I ducked into the alley behind the strip club to take this portrait.

A man who had been anxiously waiting on the corner came running after me.

He asked Are you Angel?

I said Pardon?

He asked Are you Angel?

I said No.

He said Oooh. Thats really too bad. & skulked away.

Then he was in the club doorway which is right next to the box where I buy my paper.

He followed me back down the street keeping his distance like he was playing private eye.

I wonder if he thought I was some auditioning stripper who turned out to be suprisingly rotund

who then chickened out when she spotted the filthy dive.

I bought a newspaper.