Six Sentence Sunday 4/29/12

Six more sentences from another little idea I'm working on.....to be completed sometime in the future....

The Stranger knelt down beside Lance and studied his face.  As Lance looked in the Stranger's blue eyes he saw they were bright and gentle, not broken like many of the other homeless people he saw in West Hollywood.  Even in the dim light he thought he could detect a slight smile in them, in spite of tonight’s events.

The Stranger stood and walked over to a trash dumpster and disappeared behind it, soon returning with a small bundle and a cloak.  Retrieving a small vial and a cloth from the bundle, he dabbed some of the contents of the vial on the cloth and proceeded to wipe at the cuts and bruises on Lance’s face. The physical pain seemed to dissipate as Lance relaxed at the Stranger's gentle touch, the emotional pain would take longer.