bloodwillow
He leaped over the bars repeatedly as Jack babbled on. He tried to pay attention, he really did, but the bars really were so much more interesting. The bars didn't complain their girl troubles, or family issues, or school; they just sat there, motionless, and quietly let him do with them as he pleased.
I walked down the avenue, searching. For what? I hadn't yet figured that out. All I knew is that whatever I was looking for was somewhere on this street, I need only look hard enough. I didn't know how long I had to look, or where, or even when, but I would walk up and down the sidewalk a hundred times a day if necessary. This avenue held all the answers I needed. If only I knew the questions.
I tried to offer her a ride, but she was too stubborn to admit that she had no way else to get where she needed to be, that I was her only option, and that I wouldn't for a second even think of leaving her alone in this state.
The rain poured down harder, the wind got stronger, and as Timothy stepped outside, his umbrella thrashed around, swerving and turning inside out, failing to properly serve it's purpose of keeping him dry.