Little Tokyo

Little Tokyo is a wonderful place. The deafening noise from the streets makes for a lively morning. Frequently, you will see people lost in thought and wandering from vender to vender. The ancient antiques viewed through glass while the seller and buyer both talk about history. It is the season for gifts using almost transparent wax sheets of paper wrapping carefully items purchase and prized for future gifts. The flawless charm of the seller ensuring that the prize purchased was and is something of value to the designated owner. A seller’s voice compelling charm enduring the purchaser to come back for their next purchase. A shadow passes through a window. A singer flutters by a window watching the buyers.

While the buyer taking their purchases leaving through the beautiful door opening on the streets of Little Tokyo.

The killer watches from a window. Prowling towards the unsuspected singer.

Thrust into the rapid movement outside whisks the person among the throng of other searches in Little Tokyo. For a moment the street almost like musical play stops the crowd hushed while a little bird sings. Then the crowd rushes away while the rain starts pouring. The wealthy and the poor both trying to find a dry place to await the rain down pour to finish. A sorrowful cry is heard from the street.

The cat had his victim, and the song of rain had stopped only to be taken up by the rain pouring down.

A petrified child lost for moment. Sees the murder and cries. The cry chilling to the bone. A foreigner keen on helping the child asks questions.

He helps the child find her grandparents. His face gleaming the foreign looks about Little Tokyo in the rain. These are some brief memories of Little Tokyo. While murderer looks for his next victim.