The Park, Saturday Evening
It was early evening, and Jono, being somewhat twitchy after realizing that the island was doing something strange again, had decided that he needed some fresh air. Sure, 'fresh air' seemed to translate to 'coffee.' Was that really so wrong, just so long as he was going to sit in the park while he drank it?
Never mind that it was too late in the day for coffee, please. He'd actually stopped by J,GoB for a few bagels, and a coffee just seemed like the thing to get for himself, at the time.
The bagels, of course, were for the ducks.
Jonothon had a bit of a history, when it came to feeding ducks in the park. Sometimes, it was nice to just sit alone and toss them a few crumbs between thoughts. These days, it was a little bit like brooding, but with some of the edge filed off. And he was quite alright with that, thank you.
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Never mind that it was too late in the day for coffee, please. He'd actually stopped by J,GoB for a few bagels, and a coffee just seemed like the thing to get for himself, at the time.
The bagels, of course, were for the ducks.
Jonothon had a bit of a history, when it came to feeding ducks in the park. Sometimes, it was nice to just sit alone and toss them a few crumbs between thoughts. These days, it was a little bit like brooding, but with some of the edge filed off. And he was quite alright with that, thank you.
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