He's Not Right in the Head.

I suppose you could think of this short story as the prequel to Barnes and Clarke.

That's not why I wrote it. In fact I may have written this one first.

He's Not Right in the Head.

She gazes out the window at him. Gives him a faint smile, but he doesn’t move. Just stands there swaying, as though he’s on the deck of a rolling ship.

Maybe he’ll knock on the door.

But will she open it?

Her mother told her, ‘Beware of men like him.