Cigarette Stalker: Part II

Once someone catches your interest it's hard to stop noticing them. And for some reason, the cigarette Stalker continues to make too many appearances on his front step.

I was walking home from work about a week ago and I noticed him on his front step as usual. At his side was a cardboard box full of handmade stuffed animals. They were the two dimensional kind with a single seam around the outside edge. The kind a twelve year old (or a barmy aunt) could make.

They were all made with fabric that had a small, delicate pattern. And the colours were soft and soothing. Almost the colours you would expect to see in the lounge of a palliative care ward. You know, the kind of colour that is supposed to induce calm even though you are in the presence of imminent death.

I could only guess what charity work or other sick plans led him to make or collect his little friends. The thought disturbed me.