inked in blood
karierte
00: light up the fire
It was abysmal weather, Matt noticed; sky off-white eggshell with temperamental clouds and the air of just about to rain. He bent down to observe the loaf of bread and pint of apple juice the milk(&more)man had left on his doorstep—really, if they kept this up, he'd never have to go outside ever again and-oh, there was a car parked outside his picket fence. Nice car, he thought absently, gazing into its oil-slick depths, and wondered how much petrol it used up. It was armed to the teeth with optional extras, melded to the tarmac in one sleek curve and reminded him of a shiny gun.
There was a removal van looming behind it, rectangular in shape and fairly ugly in comparison.
"Halle! How much crap did you bring?" A voice calls, and a few seconds later, a body follows it. He doesn't know the time, but guesses it's around one in the afternoon, and he's still in a T-shirt and Pacman boxer shorts. It's most definitely too early for any nocturnal male prostitutes to slither around, dipped in leather and processed through a church. Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second across his front garden, and Matt falls into them with a flicker of his eyelashes, Jesus Christ; because they're blue and bottomless and shit-girlfriend. There's a girlfriend. Something leggy and blonde, pretty, swaying down the crazy paving of next door, who takes a cardboard box from the boot of the car, kisses the man on the cheek and sways back.
Matt is suddenly aware that he's staring at his new neighbour, half-naked with a gormless expression on his face, clutching wholemeal bread in one hand like a lifeline.
He goes back inside with a twirl of his slippers and a wordless sigh. He returns ten minutes later for the forgotten apple juice. Wind whips his face and roars in his wet ears, as he lingers over the thick jamjar glass in the hope of another glimpse.
It's a bad start to the day.
A/N
This is short, I know, but it's just a prologue for something that I've been thinking about for some time. My first venture into sustainable multi-chaptered fictions, and I'd love feedback.