Vicki Japha

The Loop

I saw him standing in front of my building. He was larger than some—muscular. He wore a pair of long khaki shorts and a green collared shirt—I waved. He seemed friendly, familiar—maybe I’d seen him coming and going—Holy Shit!! He disappeared…he completely just vanished. Should I call the cops? Almost, in slow motion a little black notebook fell to the ground. The noise of the busy street faded—I heard the little black notebook thump onto the grassy square.