Killing Time


Killing Time

Brick by brick his steps echo across the streets. The pittering of rain on the umbrella in his hand adding an unfettered rythm to his thoughts. The air was clean, and even though the wind was a little cool against his hand, it didn't bother him too much. His mind was lost in trying to observe the sights he was walking by.

The rooftop's intricately carved sculptures drooled water down from their archways; puddles collecting quickly into small moats around doorframes and stoops. Red brick and heavy stones slowly made way for greenery and vines wrapped around wire fences as he wandered into a residential area. Happily taking in the full view of each house as much as he could, wondering what'd it be like to live there.

The streets were calm, the buildings old, and the babbling of nearby water broke the silence otherwise present. He walked to the end of the street, took note of the name, then turned again and oriented himself. Exploring outward with each lap around the areas he had been. Trying new paths as he could and seeing where they ended up, he loved the easy going feeling of aimlessly exploring.

He smiled and looked upward again, eyeing columns and expertly carved masonry with a gleeming eye. He was killing time, and loving every minute of it.

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