Jan 6, 2017
“I’d just like to know if there’s any problem in picking these plants from your garden.”
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“I’d just like to know if there’s any problem in picking these plants from your garden.”
it’s a slow morning at the book shelf -- not that bookstores get that much business anyway. dominik thinks, if not for the recent addition of the latte machine and an option to purchase good hot coffee at the reasonable price of $2.50 a cup, he wouldn’t attract many people at all. but as of yet, it’s enough to keep him going, so he doesn’t complain. he sits behind the counter, a worn copy of the catcher in the rye open on the tabletop by the cash register, the chill breeze from outside coming in through the open door.
This time of the year is always the hardest. Trying to pretend to be happy and not be such a downer but it’s not working.
“Excuse me? Yes hello. I’m sorry to interrupt whatever it is that you’re doing, but I’m looking for someone, and I would really appreciate if you could point me in the right direction. And yes, in case you were about to make some joke that is neither clever nor original, blind people can still be looking for someone even if they can’t see, and when I say “point me in the right direction” I say it as a figure of speech” The vampire said with a nod of his head. “Now, do you happen to know of anyone in town who has taken a trip to San Francisco within the past few months?”
“Yes brother dear, I am alive and I am eating my veggies. No I have not taken any drugs or bedded any questionable women. Now please hang up and get back to your life because I’m too old to be babied and you’re too young to baby someone...” He stopped for a second while his brother asked one final question. “Yes, I am wearing clean underwear and now I’m going to hang up and hope to God that no one heard that.”
rushing. george was rushing. he breathes heavily as he picks up his pace to find his car parked in the square. the wind burns his face as he walks against it, huffing under his breath and asking himself why he’s living in a place where the wind makes his face hurt. just as he A L M O S T reaches his destination, the bright lights dangling from the trees catch his attention.
“when did those get up there?
“If you’re going to stand so close, the least you could do is start an interesting conversation. Or do anything else. I do value personal space, ya know.”
"I swear..they were dead before I got here."