Drabble A Day - Wind
Harvey Finevoice didn’t run. Except he was. Well, running was a bit of an overstatement, but he was sprinting for sure.
Stupid wind. Stupid, stupid, windy day.
He was glad his manager had scheduled his latest gig out of town because if the Kid or any of the others had been around, he’d never live it down. Ever.
Another strong gust carried his hat even farther away and Harvey cursed as he tried to speed up some more.
It was just a hat and he could always get another one…but dammit, it was his hat and he didn’t want to get another one!
Harvey cursed some more under his breath. He was too old for this. At the rate he was going, he’d be hunched over out of breath soon and his hat would just keep tumbling onwards.
Thankfully, the wind died down for a minute, and Harvey somehow managed to catch up with his prize. He brushed it off and resisted the urge to set it immediately back on his head because it would just be his luck for the wind to pick back up and start the whole cycle over again. So Harvey held his hat tightly in his hand and began walking back.