Hot Day In July

A hot day in July He stood in the shade of the awnings of a shop closed for lunch, the street was nakedly empty no breeze disturbed the fine sand of time. A cat under a car was watching him intently perhaps the cat's owner was the shopkeeper then a moggy doesn't think it is. Only two living things in the side street existed he beckoned towards the feline that got up jumped over a fence, disappeared from view. The man sensed a scary chasm of loneliness the sun shifted and took, the shade away, nothing for it, he needed a drink.