The man in between

I was there investigating, as always.  He was sitting alone at the bar. Heavy but ethereal at the same time. He wasn't waiting for anyone. Some people talked to him. He wasn't very interested on what was going on in the bar. He was there, no doubt about that, but it was obvious to me that he was a projection from a parallel dimension. In my photographic investigations I have come very often across incidents like that-some call them "accidents", but not me. I knew how to recognise the "trespassers". The trick was to look at them with the corner of your eye. Then you could see them standing in both places. Everywhere and nowhere. I shot him. That was my job.