The Start of Something
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007"Wanna listen to a story?"
There was a young man, sitting on the ground, in a dark gray trench coat. He had a mop of wavy chocolate-colored hair on his pretty head. He was pale, ghastly pale and his fingernails shone in the moonlight. He looked up expectantly at the man with the briefcase.
"The story’s free, y’know," he said. And he grins, pearly-white in the dark street.
The man with the briefcase coughs, covers his mouth with his other hand clenched into a fist. He looks back at the man in the trench coat and runs off.
"People," the man in the trench coat sighs. "I wonder why nobody wants to hear a story."
"I’ll listen."
There was a voice, a voice of youth and a voice of skateboards and school bells. The man in the trench coat looks up and sees a boy of sixteen, his bag slung to his shoulders and carrying a skateboard to his side.
The boy had green eyes and dirty blonde hair.
"How old are you?" asks the man in the trench coat.
"Seventeen," the boy replies. "You a hobo, mister?"
"’Mfraid not, m’boy. I’m something else. So you wanna listen to a story, eh?"
The boy shrugs his shoulders and sits besides the man. "My parents aren’t home yet," he says. "So I can still be outside."
The man chuckles and pats the boy’s head.
"A story it is then."
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Can you believe that this was in my head during SSP1? LOL. Ma’m Campado’s quite a muse then. XD
