Unexpected
Encounter
Crossing the road, some guy walked towards me, white Harrington, chinos and hair, reaching, slowly, into his breast pocket, head aligned with mine, eyes locked and aware. Nonchalantly he pulled his hand outwards, revealing the shape of a pistol. Perpendicular thumb, dropped to parallel, mouth exhaled a silent shot fizzle. Outloud I laughed in contempt and in ridicule, inside, shellacking from this one-sided lost duel.
City of London, May 2023, Nikon d750
That gent is lucky that he lives in the UK. If people here even THINK that they see a gun, it can lead to an unfortunate conclusion.