Black Box Revolution
He was just walking down the street head immersed in effluvia when a man bumped into him. “Oh, I’m sorry about that!” the man said, smiling broadly. He had such a wide smile you tended to take him for his word, so Joel did, but thinking so, he heard a clatter to his right. He turned to look and there his umbrella had gone down the steps in the scuffle.
Joel turned back to the man who had interceded him: “Oh, that’s quite all right, no harm done.”
The man with the wide smile tipped his hat and walked on. Joel looked after him for a minute before walking down the steps to retrieve his rain shield. As he bent over to pick it up the door there opened and a hand reached out, grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him in, slamming the door shut behind him.
