The
City’s been still for the past couple of days. Today, there was something
different. A door.
I’d
never seen it before, and it had no reason to be where it was. Just stuck in
the middle of the wall, where a window used to be. Gave it a good look-over,
then walked on past.
Turned
the corner onto another street. The door again.
That
door followed me for a good four hours. Made my way back towards the café, and
wouldn’t you know it – there it was. In place of the regular café door. I’m
guessing she thought she was being sly.
I
just busted through the window and got comfortable in my regular seat. Bled a
little, but I didn’t care; it was only a few scrapes. Outside, the wind started
picking up again, buffeting the mist about tumultuously – she was upset. I just
got up, pressed my ear to the floor, and listened to her breathe.
Not
the same as pressing it to the concrete. Like trying to listen through a thick
scarf. Still, I just listened for a while, and eventually, the winds died down.
Mist settled again, everything went still and dark.
It’s
almost always dark, now, which is interesting because I can’t spot the shadows
in the night. It’s like they’re avoiding me, too. Although, that girl made me
wonder.
Maybe
she was one of the shadows. Maybe they aren’t ‘shadows’ at all. Maybe they’re
people, like me, and I just can’t see them properly. Maybe to her, I was a
shadow. Until she broke through and onto my Main street, that is.
It’s
weird to think that way, because I’m not quite as alone, that way.
I’d
really prefer to be alone. Just me and her. She can be temperamental, but I’m
comfortable here. Better in here than out there.
She’s
brewing the winds again.
