Hello everyone! I just did a quick request for a friend, not quite refined or that, but I was wondering what you thought or could say about the work - critism or that.
'Robert' By Podburrys
The frozen wind whipped past in a strong gust, before again dying to the soft embrace once more. The youth pulled the hoodie again over his head, but wondered why he bothered when it always flew off anyway. He stopped, and rolled up his sleeve to check his small worn watch under one of the many streetlights that dotted the highway. Fuck, 6:12. He was late - again. Muttering, he hurried on along the roadside, eager to not have a harsher penalty. His parents always seemed to blow things way out of proportion; it's not liked he's going to get mugged because he stayed back with Andrew and the boys for another round of Basketball.
Few cars breezed by as the youth trekked the dirty ashphelt path, the rushhour surprisingly dead. He wove amongst the trees as the crooked path curved, exiting onto a more familiar sidewalk. Today had been a good day, he thought to himself. The trials of the year - indeed, High School - were coming to a close in this cool November week, and he considered all that had come and gone through his life. As he walked, his eyes were filled not with the dying auburn hues cast by the setting sun, but of his life the past seven years. Quick, flashing memories as he recounted long gone friends, despised teachers, and lunch time meetings. Girlfriends, assignments, promises, dreams, they all flashed by almost incoherent, unorganized as his mind fluttered from year to year for thoughts. He had not really been aware how much he had lived during all that time, nor would think how much he would in the sprawling future ahead. It was the thoughts of yesterday that drew him into a small self assured smile.
Onwards the lanky teen went, ducking past overgrown branches of unkempt trees, going around the unattended disposal of larger household items. His thoughts, although they had seemed quick, had drawn him into a blissful trance; he had not even remembered turning into the street. The frostbitten arms of the wind wrapped themselves around him and he soon sobered, cursing her for again pulling down the hood. He left it this time - he knew better. The howls and barks of dogs came nearby, joining the soft whoosh of the teasing air. He saw a sofa on the other side, and wondered how long it had sat there and, briefly, it's life. Dismissing the thought as unremarkable, he nonetheless caught himself looking back towards it's battered body, the thought still upon his mind. Do people think that of each other as they pass in the night?
Steps, finally, the steps. The gate need not be closed, and he did not care what his sister said about it. He was home, and he was damn well going to escape the biting cold. The keys flashed in his palm as he fumbled for them in his pocket, retrieving them and jabbing them towards the door hurridly. The lock was slain, the key turned, and the door cracked open to revel a yellow glow and breath of warmth, a stark contrast to the iced chill and hazed blues that had been his torment the last half hour. He opened the door, letting the light flood him. He went to step in, but hesitated on a thought. His soft blue eyes cast themselves back out into the darkness, looking back at where he had been and gone. Although it had seemed odd when he was moving through it, looking back, he felt a pang of desire to return. Knowing he could not, he turned back towards the door and stepped into the warmth of a new era just begun, certain that the chill would not leave him straight away as the warmth crept in, and that he'd always recall it. Well. The door clicked shut, and he moved forward.
I did say short. :P Tell me what you think!