for knows_how
It's just after dusk, and Central Park is getting emptier. The people that remain tend to cluster about the edges, or move swiftly through, in large groups.
None of them notice the lone, darkly-dressed man by the duck pond near the zoo, tossing rocks (not skipping them, although one occasionally impacts the water with just a little too much zing), and, for want of a better word, moping.
None of them notice the lone, darkly-dressed man by the duck pond near the zoo, tossing rocks (not skipping them, although one occasionally impacts the water with just a little too much zing), and, for want of a better word, moping.