I could see it, flashes, breaks in the fabric. Swirling, twisting, shapes lined by dots making patterns before my eyes. They illuminated in ways that exploded in color, and soon, reds, blues, purples all mix and painted the work of art before me. If only the beautiful canvas didn’t have such a dreary backdrop.
Shaking a spray can, it gave a weak sputter, thankfully having enough to at least finish up the wall that now imitated the night sky. But by then my supplies were definitely gone, and with a sigh, I threw them aside to waste away with the other garbage that littered the streets.
It wasn’t like it mattered much. Why clean up when the city was already filled with all manner of rot? And now, after my moment of poetic happiness, it was time to return to it.
The car had run out of gas long ago, becoming some aging relic on a highway back East, so now I had only a few bags full of goods and a bike to my name.
I rustled through the opening of one, only three cans of beans left, one clanging against the can opener as I pulled them out.
“And only one left for you boy…” I popped off the top and placed the differently labeled can on the ground. “Don’t worry; we’ll find a pet store in the morning.”
He started to happily eat up his dinner, and being hungry I did the same. It was only after we were finished that I divided out water rations, which were thankfully fairing much better in quantity.
“Alright, think it’s about time for bed,” I said, the last word prompting my dog to lay down and look up at me expectantly, putting his head in my lap when I joined him.
And with that, we passed out in that alleyway, tired after a long day that would probably be just as tiring as the one that followed.
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