5th floor common room ; sunday morning
There were no youthful visitors for Flick. That was probably a damn good thing since, after the previous weekend, he wasn't really in the mood to be messed with by the island. Everyone else could have their kids (and he'd spend the rest of the week laughing at them) while he had a bowl of cereal on the common room couch.
It was early and he was still half asleep. The potential New York trip had gotten pushed off because he was too chickenshit to really face what might be true back there. He still couldn't believe his mother was alive. It was one last way to fuck his mind up that his dead father had left behind. He wasn't going to fall for it.
Nope. He was going to eat cereal and he was going to stretch out on the couch and watch television on this fine Sunday morning. Maybe he'd go back to bed soon. Or maybe he'd go down to the gym and beat on a few things.
But, later.
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It was early and he was still half asleep. The potential New York trip had gotten pushed off because he was too chickenshit to really face what might be true back there. He still couldn't believe his mother was alive. It was one last way to fuck his mind up that his dead father had left behind. He wasn't going to fall for it.
Nope. He was going to eat cereal and he was going to stretch out on the couch and watch television on this fine Sunday morning. Maybe he'd go back to bed soon. Or maybe he'd go down to the gym and beat on a few things.
But, later.
[Open for young and old.]