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A Walk At Three

A Walk At Three

A dark , blurry skyline ; hardly visible to an unblinking eye . It was a silent night . Few cars on the cement road , few people to be seen , and few stores left attended . But what else would you expect for a perfectly safe and perfectly quiet suburb at 12am ? Darkness was just as peaceful as it was incessant and gloomy . Tonight was most definitely the night .
He closed his sapphire eyes and took a substantial breath . Slowly , he lifted his gaunt digits towards the fallen hood of his dark jacket and covered the majority of his sunken face . He was a man of average stature , and of below-average width . Extending clumps of dirt coloured hair from his sand coloured scalp , and a well drawn out frown that seemed to show off his distaste . But distaste at what ? Distaste at the world , at his family , at his friends ( or lack thereof )? He looked to be young . Maybe twenty , maybe thirty . The fair skin and puffiness of his eyes hid his true age and made it impossible to figure .
He held a book-bag , it was just as dark and just as plain as he was . It ’ s contents were hidden . What was in the bag and it ’ s use was unknown . For now it was no more than a bag hanging off his left shoulder .
He had been walking for well past an hour , but no sweat stained his face . He walks solemnly , with a rightbhand in the pocket of his grayed joggers and a left hand tightly gripping the arm of his bag . The man passes lamp post after lamp post and never stops . After an overwhelming amount of time he pulls his hand from his pocket and reaches across himself to access his bag . He swiftly unzips it and pulls out a silver disposable phone . The phone clinked off something metallic and made a ringing noise that echoed into the night . He flipped the phone open and checked the time .
2:57am
Once more , he slid his slender hand inside the pocket and folded his fingers in as he pulled out a small object . He lifted his hand up and popped something into his mouth , probably medecine of sorts , and swallowed dryly . The man continued his trek through the dim street .
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By : Kaitlyn Kurtz