First PJO fanfic, hope you guys like it! And please review, review, and review! Don't be like the readers of my other fic, seriously. It's discouraging... :/
Anyway, enough whining on my part, enjoy! (I'll finish up the one-shot if there are actually people who want me to.)
Only Place I Call Home – Every Avenue
The man sighs contentedly, ruffling his already messy black hair. He's picked the perfect spot – a bench indiscreetly located next to several bushes, tucked away in the northeast corner of the small park. It's not shaded, and the bright summer suns beats down uncomfortably on his lean, muscled body. But that very seat provides him with a view of the playground and most of the park. Worth it, he decides, returning his attention to the newspaper in his hands. Its yesterday's edition, already crumpled and read several times; nevertheless, the man casts his weary eyes once again over the familiar headlines, half-heartedly scanning the yesterday's hottest topics – today's mundane, ignored information.
How he wishes the past can be just as easily forgotten as the news. Or perhaps not. At this stage, he hardly knows what he actually wants.
The man glances around the almost-empty park. Nothing of interest… so far. He can't even read the tiny print on the paper clearly, not with his disability. But there's nothing better to do to pass the time, so he sips his bottle of water, and back to paper he looks.
Deeply engrossed.
Every fine, black line. Every crease and crinkle. Every clouded grey circle – his fault, he should've been more careful with the liquid.
The man is utterly captivated. His newspaper lies disregarded on the ground. At that moment, nothing else in the world matters, because all he wants, no, needs, is right in front of him.
Every fine, black line. Every crease and crinkle. Every clouded grey circle – his fault, he should've been more careful with the liquid.
Thanks for reading - its obviously not complete. This is just the intro/taster, so review for more! :)