on my way home from work i make up stories about people.

the man, who believed himself to have the gift of x-ray hearing, sat on his front stoop and twiddled his arthritic knuckles, irritated with the disbelievers. a girl walked by. he closed his eyes to appreciate the swish swish plink of her full bladder. at the intersection she pulled a metal bottle from her bag and downed the last gulps of water.