I peered at a blot on the wall. It peered back at me, not blinking.
I didn’t realise that blots had eyes, but then this was no ordinary blot. As such, I wanted to get to know it better. Hell, I wanted to ask it out on a date but I guess it would’ve been considered a little odd for a gal to be attracted to a random abstract mark on a vertical structure—no matter how good looking the mark was!
A vagrant who was stepping away from the wall—zipping his dirty jeans—looked at me with surprise.