It was rainy in Seattle, but if I remember correctly, mom said it always
seemed like it was
raining in Seattle. I had to find out some information before nightfall, because I doubted
there would be a place for me to pitch my tent in this run down city. I kept walking
through the city, until I found myself in front of a sector point that had the number five
on it, I crossed into the sector and noticed there were a lot of rundown apartments. Two
blocks from the sector point, I ran into a street that had a couple of businesses on it. One
had people coming and going in and out of the building on bicycles. As I walked past, I
could hear someone hollering about getting packages delivered. He was loud, and had an
annoying voice. I stopped to listen and almost got run over by a woman riding out,
shouting insults over her shoulder. She stopped directly in front of me, missing be with
her bike by about ten centimeters.
"Hey! Watch where you goin' kid!" she hollered.
"Sorry, and I'm not 'kid'."
"Then who are you?" I thought a second. "Well?"
"Max. Max Cale, and you?"
"Who you tryin' to kid? According to your sector pass your name is Alexander."
"That's my middle name. What's it to you?"
"Hey, don't get smart wit' me, kid! What's your real name?"
"Who's asking?"
"Original Cindy, and you?"
"Nicolas Cale, I'm looking for someone, maybe you can help me."
"Aiight, shoot." I pulled the picture of Mom, Patrick and I out.
"This is a picture of my mom, I'm looking for my dad, maybe you knew them." She
grabbed the picture out of my hands. "Hey!"
"Max!"
"You know her?"
"This your mama?" She looked over her shoulder as the voice from inside the building
hollered again, sighing, she dug a pen out of her vest and wrote on the back of the
picture. "Meet me here at five, I gotta go b'for Normal's head blows up." She took off on
her bike back the way I came.
~~
raining in Seattle. I had to find out some information before nightfall, because I doubted
there would be a place for me to pitch my tent in this run down city. I kept walking
through the city, until I found myself in front of a sector point that had the number five
on it, I crossed into the sector and noticed there were a lot of rundown apartments. Two
blocks from the sector point, I ran into a street that had a couple of businesses on it. One
had people coming and going in and out of the building on bicycles. As I walked past, I
could hear someone hollering about getting packages delivered. He was loud, and had an
annoying voice. I stopped to listen and almost got run over by a woman riding out,
shouting insults over her shoulder. She stopped directly in front of me, missing be with
her bike by about ten centimeters.
"Hey! Watch where you goin' kid!" she hollered.
"Sorry, and I'm not 'kid'."
"Then who are you?" I thought a second. "Well?"
"Max. Max Cale, and you?"
"Who you tryin' to kid? According to your sector pass your name is Alexander."
"That's my middle name. What's it to you?"
"Hey, don't get smart wit' me, kid! What's your real name?"
"Who's asking?"
"Original Cindy, and you?"
"Nicolas Cale, I'm looking for someone, maybe you can help me."
"Aiight, shoot." I pulled the picture of Mom, Patrick and I out.
"This is a picture of my mom, I'm looking for my dad, maybe you knew them." She
grabbed the picture out of my hands. "Hey!"
"Max!"
"You know her?"
"This your mama?" She looked over her shoulder as the voice from inside the building
hollered again, sighing, she dug a pen out of her vest and wrote on the back of the
picture. "Meet me here at five, I gotta go b'for Normal's head blows up." She took off on
her bike back the way I came.
~~