It was raining
leaves. Or not raining, of course not raining. But the leaves were falling from
the trees of the park and Eoin was standing there and waiting something very
important to happen.
He didn’t know
what it was going to be. Maybe something unusual. Or then, nothing. Nothing
important like it had always been after his left him and his mother. Nothing
important. Nothing. No thing. No.
Eoin leaped a
few steps closer to his favourite tree which was now all coloured with orange
and red and yellow and brown. And there he was, the red-haired boy, standing
under his favourite tree and waiting. Just waiting. In vain.
He sat down and
pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket. It didn’t take a single second to
take a cigarette between his thin lips and light it up. It was warm and cold
and drowsy at the same time and the smoke was beautiful. He shook his head –
god how he hated to be so angsty and miserable. He should just smile but yet he
couldn’t. How absurd was that. Soon after he had smoked his
cigarette, he went outside the park and started to walk towards his home. Mom
wouldn’t be there yet, she never was, so luckily he could get a nice moment of
peace without any worries or leaves raining down. And there would be a pot of
tea and Eoin would play Oasis as loud as he wanted. It would be a blessing. Or
maybe just a bit happier moment, but it would be fun and it would be the best
day of the week or maybe even a month. It was so funny how a usual day without
anything special was always the best. Maybe Eoin just liked the usual. OR he
didn’t like the unusual. Things were always better if they remained as they
were.
Oh but so little
he knew about the day and how usual it actually was.
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