the avid man

So what are you looking at?


"I'm not quite sure I follow,"
said Avery.

He slowly looked from side to side, across her face, wondering what she was getting to.

She briefly frowned.

Taking a deep breath, Simmy looked carefully at Avery and pointed above his head.

"It's right there...up, up. Look at that pipe," she explained, "see that cup hanging on a string?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Thats it."

Avery wasn't sure what Simmy meant, but nodded his head. He noticed her expressions during the conversation and felt she was trying to hard not to be swept up.

Rather she liked being elusive or she was becoming self-conscious, too quickly, about everything she did; either or made for an awkward situation.

Aside from being one cold morning, Avery also forgot his scarf. The ominous cold drifting onto the back of his neck began to make him feel stiff. He began to wonder if a scarf would really make all that much a difference. He can never remember a time when he actually felt warm outside; even when dressed in full.

Simmy cupped her hands for warmth as she began to speak,
"Well...I need a drag, it's cold."

"I'm all out actually, wanna stop by here?"

Avery stopped and looked at the convenient store. He was hoping to catch a glance at the board behind the counter.

"Dammit, I can't see how much from here...hope it's not a rip-off."




To be continued...