Knife Man

Knife Man I see most days the thin man who always carries a document map that appears as slim as him. He has a distant look in his face like he lives in a world of his own, and we pass each other like shadows in the night. I have often thought of speaking to him, but I remember fifteen years when his left him he went quite insane, when she came out of a shop he stabbed her several with hunting knife till she died. Sent to an asylum he was after five years declared sane and released, so it is better to leave him well alone, one never knows he might be armed with a new shining hunting knife bought at the gypsy market, just waiting to feel slighted so he can use the knife again.