A Fragment

An older man with droopy shoulders walked through the parking lot. He wore a faded LL Bean cap, a white collared T-shirt, and rumpled jeans. His eyes were hidden behind thick square shades and mouth was filtered though grey stubble. Taking deliberate steps with his hands clasped carefully behind his back, he measured his way up the right side of one row of cars, slowly turned around, and returned on the other side of the row. He walked this way for the better part of an hour, never talking to anyone or making any sounds, the inscrutable sentinel of the parking lot.