Doorstep

Who is this mad man? It's gone 11:00pm on a Friday evening, it's raining and he's out here shining a bright light at me. I try to 'run' away and he just moves too fast, and he's in front of me again. I try to go to a lower step and he's there again! Oh I give up - perhaps he'll get bored and go away. Ah, I can see a mate over there...