Brent Heighton After the Rain

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Then he looked for the prospective victim, who was still cowering against the wall.
‘I hope you’re not hurt,’ he said.
‘Don’t move!’
‘I about that.’
He stepped forward and tried to put his arm round Victor’s shoulders. ‘It’s lucky for you’, he said, ‘that you met me.’
‘It is?’ said Victor, who had been thinking it was the other way around.
‘You’re just the type I’m looking for,’ said the man.
‘Sorry,’ said Victor. ‘I thought you were being robbed.’ wasn’t going to,’ said Victor. The figure advanced from the shadows. It had a package under one arm, and its hands were held in front of its face in an odd gesture, each forefinger and thumb extended at right angles and then fitted together, so that the man’s little weaselly eyes appeared to be looking out through a frame. He’s probably warding off the Evil Eye, Victor thought. He looks like a wizard, with all those symbols on his dress. ‘Amazing!’ said the man, squinting through his fingers. ‘Just turn your head slightly, will you? Great! Pity about the nose, but I expect we can do something