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Feb. 13th, 2004
The start of a longer piece
Feb. 13th, 2004 08:34 pmHe stared out the window at the unchanging scene.
The promise of a winter thaw was apparently utter bullshit; it had snowed last night, leaving a good three inches on the ground. The sky was an even flat grey, stretching endless into the horizon, completely unchanging, and the dead skeletons of trees reached toward the sky like gnarled hands whipping in the wind.
The young man sat cross-legged on the window bench, his back to the room, facing the window; his face as blank as the snow and his eyes as grey as the sky above. His black hair was mussed, unkempt, his face covered in a scraggly half-beard, and he wore pyjama pants and a plain white t-shirt.
In the garden before him, a tall man walked past, coming from the path upon which, ultimately, there was a greenhouse. He had glasses and was wearing a blue down jacket and chinos, and carrying a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. His face looked eerily similar to the watching man's - which made a certain amount of sense, given that it was his brother. The flowers in his arms - asters, gerberas, daffodils - painted a riot of colour onto the neutral background.
( Continued herein. )
The promise of a winter thaw was apparently utter bullshit; it had snowed last night, leaving a good three inches on the ground. The sky was an even flat grey, stretching endless into the horizon, completely unchanging, and the dead skeletons of trees reached toward the sky like gnarled hands whipping in the wind.
The young man sat cross-legged on the window bench, his back to the room, facing the window; his face as blank as the snow and his eyes as grey as the sky above. His black hair was mussed, unkempt, his face covered in a scraggly half-beard, and he wore pyjama pants and a plain white t-shirt.
In the garden before him, a tall man walked past, coming from the path upon which, ultimately, there was a greenhouse. He had glasses and was wearing a blue down jacket and chinos, and carrying a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. His face looked eerily similar to the watching man's - which made a certain amount of sense, given that it was his brother. The flowers in his arms - asters, gerberas, daffodils - painted a riot of colour onto the neutral background.
( Continued herein. )
