Casper dragged his feet as he walked the few blocks home from work. His 12 hour shift had only just ended, and the warm afternoon light was a welcomed respite from the harsh fluorescents in Emergency. The nurse was only just beginning to enjoy the last light of the day before a soft but distinct plop fell from sky and onto his shoulder. Casper stared at the milky-brown substance; the murky yellow brown intermixing with streaks of white. It reminded him of that fucking faber-castell texta he was made to use in elementary school. Too light for the ‘skin’ peachy bullshit, but not dark enough for the deeper chestnut brown. The kids at school had called it the poo pen. F u c k- even he called it that. He’d hated that mustard colour with a flaming passion, one that clearly hadn’t dissipated more than a decade later. “oh yep, okay cool.” Cas sighed, unzipping his hoodie in an exaggerated fashion. “Neat-o, yep, i’m just going to take this right off and we can forget this ever happened.”
