Sympathy
By M. E. Gibbs
Chapter 4
Rainy Days
Ouch.
Maybe I should have stayed with Amy a bit longer.
I hurt.
As in, a lot.
Guess I'm not as well healed as I thought.
That or I took more damage than I thought.
The night started off well enough. Not a lot of people around. Nice clear night.
Of course the clearer the night is the colder it is out generally. A little known fact, that one. But true none the less.
So it was cold out when I began. No big deal. I'd borrowed one of Amy's old coats, one that amazingly enough didn't look too feminine. I could handle a little chill.
But then it started to rain. And it kept raining. In fact, it is still raining. And that makes it rather cold, but in a different way. A wet, miserable way.
It's actually pretty funny how easily we can stand cold. Cold is ignorable. It's something you can tune out. You can even have fun in the cold. Cold is pretty easy to take. It's like taking heat in the summer. It's part of a natural cycle.
But being wet, now that's something entirely different. Wet and rain, it's an awful thing to endure. There's just something about water soaking in through dense layers of fabric, the way it sucks up heat and the way it sticks around. It dampens spirits the same way it dampens your coat and quills. It just can make a fellow feel completely miserable.
Like they say, there's nothing worse than a rainy day.
At least, some people say that.
I think the sun rose already. At least everything's turned gray instead of black.
Seems to be a good indication that it's day now. That and there are a lot more people wandering about.
I'm once again stuck watching faces pass me by. Trying to see if there are any I recognize. Or if there are any that recognize me.
You can never tell, it happened once already.
I'm starting to get really hungry. As in very, very hungry. As in so hungry that Amy's cooking is starting to sound pretty good about now.
I'm no connoisseur (at least I don't recall being one), but it doesn't take a genius to tell bad cooking when you taste it.
It's sort of amazing when a person can't even make toast.
I'm starting to think that maybe I didn't make the best choices in walking out on Amy like that. For example, I could have packed some food. Or snagged some money.
I glance at the gray sky, feeling thick drops of rain pelt my face.
Oh well, can't change it now.
I've already made my decision and there just ain't no way I'm crawling back to Amy now.
I may have no memory, but I've still got some pride.
I don't have any food or money either, but that isn't the point.
I've headed out of the semi-classy district Amy lives in. I'm in some sort of metropolitan area. The whole place is littered with shops and businesses. And a lot of coffee shops. The coffee doesn't smell all that appealing...but that baking bread sure smells good. Oh, sweet chaos, I think I've wandered across a bakery. I'm starting to drool.
Life just isn't fair sometimes. Bakeries should not exist in places in places that starving, broke hedgehogs can wander past.
Unfortunately, they do.
It took every ounce of my pride to keep myself from diving through the door of the bakery. It took every iota of self control I have to keep myself walking past the bakery. But I just barely made it.
Three feet later, I turned around and headed back into the bakery. If nothing else, at least I'd be out of the rain.
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Author's Notes: Holy frickin'! I can not believe this! In one day I have updated three of my major stories, posted a new story, and done all of this WITH A GLITCHY INTERNET CONNECTION!
Sweet Chaos, it's incredible....
By M. E. Gibbs
Chapter 4
Rainy Days
Ouch.
Maybe I should have stayed with Amy a bit longer.
I hurt.
As in, a lot.
Guess I'm not as well healed as I thought.
That or I took more damage than I thought.
The night started off well enough. Not a lot of people around. Nice clear night.
Of course the clearer the night is the colder it is out generally. A little known fact, that one. But true none the less.
So it was cold out when I began. No big deal. I'd borrowed one of Amy's old coats, one that amazingly enough didn't look too feminine. I could handle a little chill.
But then it started to rain. And it kept raining. In fact, it is still raining. And that makes it rather cold, but in a different way. A wet, miserable way.
It's actually pretty funny how easily we can stand cold. Cold is ignorable. It's something you can tune out. You can even have fun in the cold. Cold is pretty easy to take. It's like taking heat in the summer. It's part of a natural cycle.
But being wet, now that's something entirely different. Wet and rain, it's an awful thing to endure. There's just something about water soaking in through dense layers of fabric, the way it sucks up heat and the way it sticks around. It dampens spirits the same way it dampens your coat and quills. It just can make a fellow feel completely miserable.
Like they say, there's nothing worse than a rainy day.
At least, some people say that.
I think the sun rose already. At least everything's turned gray instead of black.
Seems to be a good indication that it's day now. That and there are a lot more people wandering about.
I'm once again stuck watching faces pass me by. Trying to see if there are any I recognize. Or if there are any that recognize me.
You can never tell, it happened once already.
I'm starting to get really hungry. As in very, very hungry. As in so hungry that Amy's cooking is starting to sound pretty good about now.
I'm no connoisseur (at least I don't recall being one), but it doesn't take a genius to tell bad cooking when you taste it.
It's sort of amazing when a person can't even make toast.
I'm starting to think that maybe I didn't make the best choices in walking out on Amy like that. For example, I could have packed some food. Or snagged some money.
I glance at the gray sky, feeling thick drops of rain pelt my face.
Oh well, can't change it now.
I've already made my decision and there just ain't no way I'm crawling back to Amy now.
I may have no memory, but I've still got some pride.
I don't have any food or money either, but that isn't the point.
I've headed out of the semi-classy district Amy lives in. I'm in some sort of metropolitan area. The whole place is littered with shops and businesses. And a lot of coffee shops. The coffee doesn't smell all that appealing...but that baking bread sure smells good. Oh, sweet chaos, I think I've wandered across a bakery. I'm starting to drool.
Life just isn't fair sometimes. Bakeries should not exist in places in places that starving, broke hedgehogs can wander past.
Unfortunately, they do.
It took every ounce of my pride to keep myself from diving through the door of the bakery. It took every iota of self control I have to keep myself walking past the bakery. But I just barely made it.
Three feet later, I turned around and headed back into the bakery. If nothing else, at least I'd be out of the rain.
************
Author's Notes: Holy frickin'! I can not believe this! In one day I have updated three of my major stories, posted a new story, and done all of this WITH A GLITCHY INTERNET CONNECTION!
Sweet Chaos, it's incredible....
