Sunday, August 12, 2012

the stranger.

I sat quietly in a corner as i watched him. He's focus was on nothing in particular but he seemed uneasy. The furniture looked like someone randomly threw some chairs and a table around the room to make it look like someone lived there.

He gets up from his seat and mumbles under his breathe.

i should clean up.

He then proceeds towards the table in front of me and gathers the loose papers together. now, in a neat pile he backs up into his chair and looks at what he's done as if satisfied that this action has made a huge difference to the mere moments ago when everything was a mess.

I looked around the room again. At least now, i could put my cup down i suppose; but I'm not quite sure how that was much better though. 


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