Post by Richard Gades on Oct 10, 2012 19:37:02 GMT -5
Two years ago, late summer.
Richard took care to step over the large limb, he was headed to one of his favorite parts of the city. It was an old playground, quickly forgotten when mothers stopped letting their children out of their sights let alone out of the house. The playground was easily reclaimed by nature, knee high grass now grew where dark mulch used to blanket the ground, a padding for when children played a little to hard and fell down. Pushing forward Richard made his way to the skeleton of swingset, one of the chains was snapped leaving the swing to dangle sideways, brushing the ground as a vine attempted to slowly grow up it.
Richard bypassed that swing, setting his eyes one of the other four, choosing the third one automatically. Three was his lucky number, he'd waited three days in his hotel room before leaving. He'd spent three years away from the heart of the city waiting out the brunt of the riots. And he only slept in one place for three days, moving on afterwards. Threes were careful and threes kept him safe.
He sank into the swings seat slowly, hearing the creek as it took his weight. He wrapped his slim hands around the rusted chains then shoved his feet into the ground and swang. He felt the tall grass brush across his legs clad in skinny jeans coupled with a simple fitted designer white tee as the swing squeaked a steady rhythm as he swung higher and higher still.
Leaning back he stared at the sky, something that hadn't changed much since the world ended. If anything it had gotten better, the smog had cleared leaving the true blue sky for anyone left to see it. Losing himself in the clouds he swang.
"Beautiful." He told himself, his guard completely down, this wasn't douche Richard and this wasn't player Richard. This was Richard who actually enjoyed nature.
Richard took care to step over the large limb, he was headed to one of his favorite parts of the city. It was an old playground, quickly forgotten when mothers stopped letting their children out of their sights let alone out of the house. The playground was easily reclaimed by nature, knee high grass now grew where dark mulch used to blanket the ground, a padding for when children played a little to hard and fell down. Pushing forward Richard made his way to the skeleton of swingset, one of the chains was snapped leaving the swing to dangle sideways, brushing the ground as a vine attempted to slowly grow up it.
Richard bypassed that swing, setting his eyes one of the other four, choosing the third one automatically. Three was his lucky number, he'd waited three days in his hotel room before leaving. He'd spent three years away from the heart of the city waiting out the brunt of the riots. And he only slept in one place for three days, moving on afterwards. Threes were careful and threes kept him safe.
He sank into the swings seat slowly, hearing the creek as it took his weight. He wrapped his slim hands around the rusted chains then shoved his feet into the ground and swang. He felt the tall grass brush across his legs clad in skinny jeans coupled with a simple fitted designer white tee as the swing squeaked a steady rhythm as he swung higher and higher still.
Leaning back he stared at the sky, something that hadn't changed much since the world ended. If anything it had gotten better, the smog had cleared leaving the true blue sky for anyone left to see it. Losing himself in the clouds he swang.
"Beautiful." He told himself, his guard completely down, this wasn't douche Richard and this wasn't player Richard. This was Richard who actually enjoyed nature.