Lost Writers: Chapter 1
Jacky Speare
Nick was sitting on the corner of Broadway and West 41st. Street when he heard Seth coming up from behind him.
"How ya do'n?" Seth muttered from behind.
Nick didn't bother to lift his head from his newspaper. He knew Seth when he heard him. Seth had that deep Brooklyn accent, unlike his own Manhattan lingo.
"You see that girl ova there? She's looking at ya."
Nick glanced up at Seth's remark and found only a stray spaniel nibbling on a rotten banana from the grocer's across the busy, brick street. He was hoping to find Lauren at his feet, but there was no sign of her.
"You still thinking about Lauren?" asked Seth.
"How can I not?". Nick replied in an irritated, angry voice.
"Hey! Remember... you ain't the only one who misses someone!" Seth answered back.
He sat down beside Nick on the curb. A man came up and spotted him 5 cents for the Sunday paper and moved on the mob of people. Nick remembered the two girls, Lauren and Anne. He pictured the four of them on the North bridge skipping rocks a few months ago. The Lauren's visage: her brown hair in the wind and her hazel eyes twinkling in the sunlight was vivid. He saw Anne and Seth on the dock below smiling at each other. Everything was perfect at that moment.
Nick looked up to find himself covered head to toe in mud. Seth was already up cursing at the rude driver that was already 5 blocks down.
"Damn drivers! You ok Nick?" said Seth.
"Yeah. Let's get back to the Lodging House to clean up a bit. Nobody's gonna buy papes from two boys sitting on the curb covered in mud." Nick said with sorrow and pity in his voice. The two walked off into the street, heading for what they called home.
To be continued...
Jacky Speare
Nick was sitting on the corner of Broadway and West 41st. Street when he heard Seth coming up from behind him.
"How ya do'n?" Seth muttered from behind.
Nick didn't bother to lift his head from his newspaper. He knew Seth when he heard him. Seth had that deep Brooklyn accent, unlike his own Manhattan lingo.
"You see that girl ova there? She's looking at ya."
Nick glanced up at Seth's remark and found only a stray spaniel nibbling on a rotten banana from the grocer's across the busy, brick street. He was hoping to find Lauren at his feet, but there was no sign of her.
"You still thinking about Lauren?" asked Seth.
"How can I not?". Nick replied in an irritated, angry voice.
"Hey! Remember... you ain't the only one who misses someone!" Seth answered back.
He sat down beside Nick on the curb. A man came up and spotted him 5 cents for the Sunday paper and moved on the mob of people. Nick remembered the two girls, Lauren and Anne. He pictured the four of them on the North bridge skipping rocks a few months ago. The Lauren's visage: her brown hair in the wind and her hazel eyes twinkling in the sunlight was vivid. He saw Anne and Seth on the dock below smiling at each other. Everything was perfect at that moment.
Nick looked up to find himself covered head to toe in mud. Seth was already up cursing at the rude driver that was already 5 blocks down.
"Damn drivers! You ok Nick?" said Seth.
"Yeah. Let's get back to the Lodging House to clean up a bit. Nobody's gonna buy papes from two boys sitting on the curb covered in mud." Nick said with sorrow and pity in his voice. The two walked off into the street, heading for what they called home.
To be continued...