A man stepped from the shadows, a man too thin and gaunt to be from this neighbourhood. How he'd evaded the security I'm not quite sure. His eyes were the same brown as my fathers but his skin was more brown, more deeply wrinkled too. There was a seriousness about him that unnerved me and I had reached for my citizen alarm. Once pressed he would be photographed, identified and his personal chip traced to within a one metre radius. But all he did was drop an envelope on the ground, photographs spilling out from the top. He nodded once and retreated into the blackness he'd come from. I should now be pressing my alarm, calling the enforcers, but I want to know why he risked his life to drop some pictures on the concrete.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2014.