Wednesday, March 30, 2011
It felt as though some force from beyond granted Will with a wind, that practically carried him to work. There was no glisten on his forehead or nose, per usual. There was no heavy breathing, or taking a minute to calm down. He felt fantastic. Like this day couldn’t get any better. But he knew it could. He knew it would. And he let himself believe, and fantasize, and smile, just a little.
Sure enough, around 1 o’clock, that same girl strolled in, with the same, jaw dropping smile. Will smiled, and was happy to be the only person working out front. “i’ll have the same as yesterday, Mr. Will.” She added the Mr Will, dramatically, like a mock rich family on cheap television. He laughed at her and admired her courage for being so energetic, and so careless, with a boy she hardly even knew. He turned, without much more word and started working on her drink.
He handed it back to her, with a little extra oomph on his presenting of the drink. “and here you go, Mrs...” and he trailed of with that, remembering her name was still a mystery. He almost instantly felt like a fool, and tried his best to fight the red cheeks that were sure to come. For the first time, her smile was not radiant, and not beaming, but slightly shy, thought Will, and wondered if he crossed some line into dangerous territory. Promoting from ‘coffee guy’ to ‘creepy coffee guy.’
This smile lingered, and her eye contact penetrated Will, right to his soul. She turned, and began to walk out of the store. Then, one hand on the door turned, back again with the usual, oddly comforting smile, “its Erica.” With a giggle, she was gone, leaving will fluttered and clammy.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Supper was nice, but rather akward. When he arrived, the waitressed asked if he was waiting for someone before he wanted to be seated. “no, just me” he replied, with a sheepish grin. On his way to his table, he passed 2 couples, and 1 family, all 3 of them seemed happy, and were laughin. A pang of jealousy shot through his stomach, a creeping, longing for companionship. Even a friend.
He ate, paid and was on his way, walking home, and skipping the taxi this time. He was almost halfway home, when he seen a man on the side of the road, selling clocks that had been installed on rims for cars.
This man was aging, and not aging friendly either. He had wrinkles, a scuzzy beard, and 4 good teeth left. But with all of this, he still smiled at everyone, nodded, and asked how there night was. This struck Will, as common chivalry seemed dead, extinct, non existant in this busy, money controlled city. The clocks also reminded will that he had made a deal to buy something for his apartment. So he picked a rim that was shiny, and had spindle spokes, and bought it for 15 dollars. “not too bad of a deal” he decided.
He was greeted by a very happy, very lonely dog. “poor thing, not used to being home alone at night.” The dog responded to the attention with some semi controlled whines, and intense tail movements. Will showered, and climbed into his bed, taking a long look out his window, wondering how far exactly, and which direction home was. ‘don’t think of home you silly silly boy’ he told himself. ‘today is the first day you felt good, and alive. Not the depressed mope you have been’
Sleep came quick, and morning came right after. He awoke, usual time, usual voice on the radio, same dog, lying loyally by his feet, same window, at the bottom of the stairs where the sun attacked him through the blinds, but different mentality. Today, he was truly excited for his job. He felt unbeatable, ready to take on anything that dare try and stop him.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
He began his jog home. His daily burdens began circling his head again. He could picture his room, small and plain. A few posters around his room, one of ACDC and one with a hayabusa motorbike. His double bed, with a sky blue comforter. And his pillow, held tightly to his ears. No matter how hard he pushed on the pillow, he could still hear his parents screaming, a bottle smash. His sister in the next room, crying. Begging for them to stop.
He was pulled from this memory when he seen his neighbour jogging towards him. Will prepared to say hello, but seen the man wearing headphones. So a quick wave was all he got. The sidewalk stretched out ahead of him again, pulling him back into his world of thought.
It just started with her. The girl from the coffee shop earlier that day. She was standing infront of him, giving him that beautiful smile she had. Will’s thoughts jumped to a new scene. The two of them were sitting in the park, laughing about something. He had to pull himself from this. “stop thinking about her, you wont ever see her again anyway.” He half heartedly tried to convince himself. Without admitting it, he definitely hoped the girl was going to come back the next morning.
His afternoon went pretty calmly, mostly just playing videogames and cruising some forums. Thinking about his own life almost depressed him. The lack of friends, the lack of company. Without his dog, he would surely have gone mad by now.
He decided to break this bump in life. That evening, he showered, and put on his dress pants and a button up shirt. Something that he had not done since he moved to the city. The lady that came into the coffee shop earlier, the one with the cake had mentioned about going to a nice Chinese restaurant for a birthday party. It was called “ho lucky’s.” Will decided that he was going out for supper. Even if it was alone. He needed to get out of his dreary apartment.
He had not been living there long enough to establish a sense of “home”. His place still lacked the little things that could make a house, a home. He didn’t have a fancy kitchen theme, like the apple border, and apple salt/pepper shakers he grew up with. He didn’t have antiques displayed around his TV room. “hell” he thought, “my TV room doesn’t even have one picture”.He decided that after supper, he was going to go out and buy at least one decoration for his house. Everything had to start somewhere, and his was going to be with this one decoration. He thought maybe a unique art work, or even a little knick knack, like a metal figurine.
And with that, he set out to supper, trying on a new outlook on life. Although it was a mild night, he decided he could take a taxi. No point in getting sweaty or fatigued before supper. He could always walk home and work it off.