She heard the whistle, and the muttered words, and felt the
lusting eyes on her as she passed him on the street. She clutched her umbrella and
marched on, determined to ignore him.
She heard the scramble, the gasping scream, and saw the
shock in his eyes, as the manhole she had just crossed gave way under
his weight.
She heard the gurgling of his suffocation in the sewer, saw
the fear in his barely opening eyes, his desperate plea for
help as she peeked into the gutter.
He saw her clutch her umbrella tighter, blow him a kiss, and march on, smiling.
