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Mellie
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The grass was noticeably dewy; it rained earlier that morning. Christopher's favorite weather was rain, but he'd never tell that to anyone. He'd simply wallow in the moment. It's one of the few things he considered calming and comforting.
Christopher laid down his plain white mug filled with black coffee on his wooden table. He swiped a finger on his lips, removing any drops that lingered. He cleared his throat and glanced at the digital clock on his stove/oven.
2:00 p.m.
Today was his day off from work. Typically, Chris would take in calls if any, but today none came in. Instead, he resorted to grocery shopping.
Chris was already dressed from this morning: in a plain white tee, jeans with a sleek black belt, and some old boots. He took the packet of cigarettes and stuffed them in his pocket. He swung the screen door open and closed the wodden door. The screen door fell back to its regular position, letting Chris venture to the store.
He didn't leave his door closed, primarily because his friends could enter at any time they desired. Often there are days when the house is full and people sleep on the floor; other days there's not a single sound but himself. Currently, everyone was busy with their own business.
His house wasn't too far off from the bulk of the town. He was able to walk to and fro without any problem. Will he did have a truck, it was better to get some air and save gas. Chris enjoyed having his house away from people that way he wouldn't have to deal with them as much. He didn't even have any neighbors but the animals that occasionally wander about.
People tend to steer out of his path, in ridiculous yet funny ways. Men would bow their heads or avoid the path in all its entirety. Women would rush their pace, also avoiding eye contact. The children would gawk at the towering man and whisper among themselves, creating tales about the giant with no emotion.
Chris paid no mind to them. He's used to their "tantalizing" stares, hell, he's gotten them ever since he was alive.
Christopher laid down his plain white mug filled with black coffee on his wooden table. He swiped a finger on his lips, removing any drops that lingered. He cleared his throat and glanced at the digital clock on his stove/oven.
2:00 p.m.
Today was his day off from work. Typically, Chris would take in calls if any, but today none came in. Instead, he resorted to grocery shopping.
Chris was already dressed from this morning: in a plain white tee, jeans with a sleek black belt, and some old boots. He took the packet of cigarettes and stuffed them in his pocket. He swung the screen door open and closed the wodden door. The screen door fell back to its regular position, letting Chris venture to the store.
He didn't leave his door closed, primarily because his friends could enter at any time they desired. Often there are days when the house is full and people sleep on the floor; other days there's not a single sound but himself. Currently, everyone was busy with their own business.
His house wasn't too far off from the bulk of the town. He was able to walk to and fro without any problem. Will he did have a truck, it was better to get some air and save gas. Chris enjoyed having his house away from people that way he wouldn't have to deal with them as much. He didn't even have any neighbors but the animals that occasionally wander about.
People tend to steer out of his path, in ridiculous yet funny ways. Men would bow their heads or avoid the path in all its entirety. Women would rush their pace, also avoiding eye contact. The children would gawk at the towering man and whisper among themselves, creating tales about the giant with no emotion.
Chris paid no mind to them. He's used to their "tantalizing" stares, hell, he's gotten them ever since he was alive.