Urban Quiver
I was seated in a little coffee- shop in a narrow side street in Lisbon. I cannot recall if I was busy writing or if it was during one of my intimate photo-sessions of doors and windows. As I stirred my coffee I noticed a homeless man sitting on a step about ten metres away.
My eyes stayed on him for a while before I noticed his hand in his pants. I had to look again to realize he was masturbating, staring directly at me. Nobody else seemed to have noticed this. It was just him and me in this moment. He really was dirty.
I looked at him again, now moving his hand faster, his gaze fixed on me.
Though I was uncomfortable, I looked directly at him. Every bone in my body wanted to get away from this savage-looking being. I wanted to turn my gaze away, but I didn’t.
I kept looking at him until his whole body quivered.
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