Draft Ideas 1
I woke with June staring at the wall today. She must've been thinking for awhile, as the line of ants begun to ward off from her fingers drifting across. We laid there, as the sun seemed to gloom outside from our window.
"I thought of dinner yesterday, it was nice, I'd like it today too." She said.
"Oh yeah?"
We had mashed potatoes then, I thought it was disgusting, but yeah it would've been nice to have it now. Although no one seemed to want to go to the market today or take a glimpse of what's inside the empty drawers. We knew it was empty. Only a few bottles of condiments and an empty tray of eggs.
"The air seemed different today, no?" I smiled.
We laughed for a minute after that. It was stupid to think of the wind, when you are hungry.
"Yes it is different, I think its just a tad colder than it was."
"Yes it is different, I think its just a tad colder than it was."
"What month is it now?"
"Maybe its October, its cold in October."
I stood, taking a coat from the drawer. It was ragged, and had small strings falling off from the insides. It was my best jacket, almost too good for any weather. Looking at my watch, I took it off and stuffed it in my pocket. There was no need for a watch.
"I'm going to find a pawnshop today. I'll be back by dinner."
"Potatoes?" She asked.
"No, meat. I'll cook."
The street had been filled with decorations, in bold yellow and red. And a huge statue hovering just above our heads, it was the cross.
"These damn patronizers." I whispered, as water trickled down my neck. People seemed to come from all directions, pushing to get through the crowd singing prayers.
Wiping my sweat from the cuffs of my jacket, I stood outside the entrance of Duke's.
If they hadnt boarded up their displays, it wouldve been easier to say it was a place to drink coffee at. The bells clunked as I opened the door, it was dim and rather dark inside, a large tarp covered the heavy bolted windows, and chairs were askew, as if they had been ransacked. It was good to assume things, it was safe that way.
In the corner, a door stands ajar. The room was far opposite from the entrance. It was yellow and bright, where the candelabra lamp hangs from the ceiling. It was carpeted and had a fireplace lit comfortably. In the middle was a shiny round table top, filled with cards while old men diced, and young heirs took watch. It was a dance of sorts.
"If it is not Javier, my boy." Mr. Oliver stood from the table and jogged across the room, taking a poor woman with him. He patted my back whilst offering a drag off his cigarette. I took it.
"Been ages has it not? I hope its not that bad with June. I heard its a woman you picked off from a brothel." He laughed.
"She's nice, you know."
"Well, that I cannot disagree. Come my friend. You look famished." He lead me to a table, with wine and assorted fruits. It felt greek.
"So, how did you she come to please you? I'm curious, Javier." He jovialled, taking a peach to his hands. He stared at it for a minute, then placed it back. Instead he took two glasses and filled it with wine.
"Nothing of that sort, I think of her as company."
He snorted. "You my friend, is not friendly enough to have that kind of company. That I know well from personal experience." Reaching to my hands, he slipped a glass of wine.
"So what do I owe you, for this visit?"
"I want to write a message, for Mama and Papa." I answered.
"So you are coming back?" He eyed me curiously, while picking the feathers off from the woman's hat. It dangled offhandedly, drooping onto the edge of her shoulders. She sat riggid.
"Yes."
"It stinks here, you know. Your Ma promised me a vacation to Paris after I get you back. It'd be great, they have alot of parfum to hide the smell." He whistled a smoke into the cloudy air.
"I've always wanted you to make up your mind. It is not good to live off of eggs." He frowned.
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"I'm going to find a pawnshop today. I'll be back by dinner."
"Potatoes?" She asked.
"No, meat. I'll cook."
The street had been filled with decorations, in bold yellow and red. And a huge statue hovering just above our heads, it was the cross.
"These damn patronizers." I whispered, as water trickled down my neck. People seemed to come from all directions, pushing to get through the crowd singing prayers.
Wiping my sweat from the cuffs of my jacket, I stood outside the entrance of Duke's.
If they hadnt boarded up their displays, it wouldve been easier to say it was a place to drink coffee at. The bells clunked as I opened the door, it was dim and rather dark inside, a large tarp covered the heavy bolted windows, and chairs were askew, as if they had been ransacked. It was good to assume things, it was safe that way.
In the corner, a door stands ajar. The room was far opposite from the entrance. It was yellow and bright, where the candelabra lamp hangs from the ceiling. It was carpeted and had a fireplace lit comfortably. In the middle was a shiny round table top, filled with cards while old men diced, and young heirs took watch. It was a dance of sorts.
"If it is not Javier, my boy." Mr. Oliver stood from the table and jogged across the room, taking a poor woman with him. He patted my back whilst offering a drag off his cigarette. I took it.
"Been ages has it not? I hope its not that bad with June. I heard its a woman you picked off from a brothel." He laughed.
"She's nice, you know."
"Well, that I cannot disagree. Come my friend. You look famished." He lead me to a table, with wine and assorted fruits. It felt greek.
"So, how did you she come to please you? I'm curious, Javier." He jovialled, taking a peach to his hands. He stared at it for a minute, then placed it back. Instead he took two glasses and filled it with wine.
"Nothing of that sort, I think of her as company."
He snorted. "You my friend, is not friendly enough to have that kind of company. That I know well from personal experience." Reaching to my hands, he slipped a glass of wine.
"So what do I owe you, for this visit?"
"I want to write a message, for Mama and Papa." I answered.
"So you are coming back?" He eyed me curiously, while picking the feathers off from the woman's hat. It dangled offhandedly, drooping onto the edge of her shoulders. She sat riggid.
"Yes."
"It stinks here, you know. Your Ma promised me a vacation to Paris after I get you back. It'd be great, they have alot of parfum to hide the smell." He whistled a smoke into the cloudy air.
"I've always wanted you to make up your mind. It is not good to live off of eggs." He frowned.
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