Matches

There was a man and he was maybe a child molester. I showed him my matches and I asked him to light one- I was trying to get his fingerprints. His impression on the match of his face. the matches would not light. None. Maybe they had gotten wet.

I went to the supermarket. I was hiding from him, yet also trying to help the police catch him. I saw a number of people from Church in the supermarket. An element of safety, but then I would have to keep going.