Always the teller but never the tale.

Once during the day he walks into the scene, foot met with a puddle followed by the form of a body.

Standing to the side cane outstretched, tripping someone into seeing the scene, into touching the blood or meeting the body.

A shrill scream beckons others before police arrive.

“Homocide, victim seems to be a male in his early 30s, brown hair, blue jacket and a cane.”

“Homocide, victim seems to be a male in his early 30s, brown hair, blue jacket and… a cane.”

He mouthed the words while police reported.

Walking away, waving his cane back and fourth, misty eyes waiting for tomorrow, till he found a different alley, a different puddle, a different body.

With the same report.