Today's an awfully nice day, Arthur thought as he exited his house. He considered taking his umbrella with him. No, he thought, that won't be necessary. I can get along just fine this way. So, Arthur starts walking down the street. He turns the corner, waltzing down the avenue, smiling at face as they pass by. He considers taking a trip to the super market, but then he realises he doesn't need to. When was the last time he ate? The question bobbed in his head before receding into the fog. He continued walking. He looked towards the big new mall that had been constructed. A high school was parked just where a hill sloped down, so the flat land beyond it could be used for a foot ball field. Arthur grins despite himself. He does not remember going to this school. After taking a few turns, Arthur runs into a young woman and gives her a broad smile. She gives him a curious look before returning to her book. After this, Arthur turns the block and returns to the front door of his apartment.
Today's an awfully nice day, Arthur thought. He considered taking his umbrella with him. No, he thought, that won't be necessary. I can get along just fine this way. So, Arthur starts walking down the street. He turns the corner, waltzing down the avenue, smiling at face as they pass by. He considers taking a trip to the super market, but then he realises he doesn't need to. When was the last time he ate? The question bobbed in his head before receding into the fog. He continued walking. He looked towards the big new mall that had been constructed. A high school was parked just where a hill sloped down, so the flat land beyond it could be used for a foot ball field. Arthur grins despite himself. He does not remember going to this school. After taking a few turns, Arthur runs into a young woman and gives her a broad smile. She gives him and even more quizzical look and considers standing up to tell him to go home. She doesn't however.
Today's an awfully nice day, Arthur thought. He considered taking his umbrella with him. No, he thought, that won't be necessary. I can get along just fine this way. So, Arthur starts walking down the street. He turns the corner, waltzing down the avenue, smiling at face as they pass by. He considers taking a trip to the super market, but then he realises he doesn't need to. When was the last time he ate? The question bobbed in his head before receding into the fog. He continued walking. He looked towards the big new mall that had been constructed. A high school was parked just where a hill sloped down, so the flat land beyond it could be used for a foot ball field. Arthur grins despite himself. He does not remember going to this school. After taking a few turns, Arthur runs into a young woman and gives her a broad smile. This time she stood up and set her book aside.
"Sir?" She asked politely.
"Yes?" Arthur responds.
when did this happen again?
who was this lovely young woman?
well… where was he?
"How about I take you to a nice place." She said.
She had been tending to him for some time for forty dollars a day. It paid her tuition. She took Arthur by the elbow and lead him home.
He smiles at her and laughs. "How lovely. People are so kind here in New York. And they told me it was such a nasty, bitter city."
She didn't correct him on the location. She supposed if he learned he was back in jolly good ol' London he would only get more confused.
Once him, she opened the doors for him with her spare key and let him in. Arthur thanked her.
She left.
Arthur stares at the ghost of where she was, still feeling her presence like an aftershock. By the time he finishes brewing a cup of tea, he has already forgotten how her face looks like.
He sips the tea calmly, smiling at how good the leaves tasted.
What he did not realise was that he had put salt instead of sugar.
It tasted a little funny.
Staring out the window, Arthur sees the sun shining and the leaves rustling. Children play in the streets and the world seemed at rest. Arthur smiles and goes to the door.
Today's an awfully nice day, Arthur thought as he exited his house. He considered taking his umbrella with him.