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The pencil broke as he tipped it to the side pressed against the sketchpad sitting on top of his crossed legs. He froze staring at the led tip rolling down the slight slant of his pad into the dark abyss of shadow between his legs. After it was gone to the black beyond he continued to stare at where it had been when it broke away from him. He didn’t blink, he didn’t reach to the backpack next to him on the lushly overgrown green grass, he didn’t react at all. He was effectively in a state of pause.
Inside his mind someone from his past had walked up to him, he could smell her familiar perfume, she stopped in front of his sitting form and tilted her head to the side displaying that faint smile he used to spend all his free time trying to create. She loved him, completely.
In reality he smiled and looked up from his fantasy to the blue cloudless sky beyond, the cloudless sky that just a second ago had her smiling face. A sigh later he put the pad and the broken pencil on the grass to watch a few birds walking around at the edge of the park that was less traveled and little used.
As the two birds walked around one another he imagined it was some form of dance that birds do when no one’s watching. They seemed to be inspecting each other’s tail feathers while following each other, neither one too sure of who started the game to begin with. Sooner or later one of them would fly off first.
And suddenly he felt sad and tired. Sooner or later someone always flew off first, sooner or later he was always left alone. This last time he flew first, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. He was still walking around alone trying to follow a set of feathers long since gone.
Suddenly he got up and walked away leaving his backpack, he sketchpad, and his broken pencil.
And he never came back for them.
Inside his mind someone from his past had walked up to him, he could smell her familiar perfume, she stopped in front of his sitting form and tilted her head to the side displaying that faint smile he used to spend all his free time trying to create. She loved him, completely.
In reality he smiled and looked up from his fantasy to the blue cloudless sky beyond, the cloudless sky that just a second ago had her smiling face. A sigh later he put the pad and the broken pencil on the grass to watch a few birds walking around at the edge of the park that was less traveled and little used.
As the two birds walked around one another he imagined it was some form of dance that birds do when no one’s watching. They seemed to be inspecting each other’s tail feathers while following each other, neither one too sure of who started the game to begin with. Sooner or later one of them would fly off first.
And suddenly he felt sad and tired. Sooner or later someone always flew off first, sooner or later he was always left alone. This last time he flew first, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. He was still walking around alone trying to follow a set of feathers long since gone.
Suddenly he got up and walked away leaving his backpack, he sketchpad, and his broken pencil.
And he never came back for them.