Raymond laid beneath his open sleeping bag, cardboard box protecting him from the sidewalk. He was enjoying the effects of the drug he’d jus’ syringed into his veins.
As he spaced-out, headlights of the metal sculpture across the street suddenly blinked a vivid green. He understood it was an hallucination.
Then the sculpture stretched it’s long metal legs, squatted low to the ground and scurried around the corner of the auto shop, into the dark ally. Raymond pulled the bag over his head and nodded off.
He would neither recall the hallucination or the missing sculpture come the following morning.