Oct 15, 2014
Ennui
I sit on the grey garden wall, legs swinging, kicking at the rough plasterwork. Silence. The sun sets over the pines in the distance, yellow and stinging in the cool autumn air. A robin twitters sharply in the palm tree nearby.
Silence.
A brief breeze rattles a crisping leaf across the concrete yard. I heave a sigh, looking out at the pines again, fog forming in whispering strands at their edges.
Silence.
I drum my fingers on the wall, clicking my nails against the damp stonework. The sun hides behind a growing cloud line, it’s cooler now.
Silence.
#SmallTales entry by DamienG 13/10/2014
