Post by snapper on Nov 8, 2009 15:54:56 GMT -5
When they say that the streets are filled with evil, they forgot to mention what that evil is. Between the various alleys, the long roads of the city blocks with the broken parking meters, the cracked glass of the the store fronts, one might see it as evil at work. Though that didn't matter to a certain old man who walked the streets cane in hand. His long coat trailed the wet sidewalk as he passed by the numerous half wrecked cars and twisted light posts. "Such devastation." He spoke as he saw where an inner city bus had been rolled into a dump truck like two immortals had been playing with child's toys. Things were still quiet though. He couldn't hear anything but the wind as it whistled by and his footsteps tapping the ground. This was the type of evening that was just meant for walking, even if it meant passing through the city of evil.
His fingers fumbled out the small metal case in his inner breast coat pocket. As he pulled the slender metal cylinder and opened it the smell of fresh tobacco filtered into his nose in the damp evening air. With the strike of a match a small fire appeared at the end of his cigar as he puffed and rotated it in his mouth until it was fully lit. The fumes were his heaven, and without the risk of cancer. He could find heaven as often as he wished. Today, heaven was a bench just up the way looking over a large intersection. His flanks found their place on the old wooden surface of the bench. Setting the cane down, he pulled a rolled paper from his coat. A newspaper,it may of been from many years ago, the but the funnies section never got old.
His fingers fumbled out the small metal case in his inner breast coat pocket. As he pulled the slender metal cylinder and opened it the smell of fresh tobacco filtered into his nose in the damp evening air. With the strike of a match a small fire appeared at the end of his cigar as he puffed and rotated it in his mouth until it was fully lit. The fumes were his heaven, and without the risk of cancer. He could find heaven as often as he wished. Today, heaven was a bench just up the way looking over a large intersection. His flanks found their place on the old wooden surface of the bench. Setting the cane down, he pulled a rolled paper from his coat. A newspaper,it may of been from many years ago, the but the funnies section never got old.