Friday, March 18, 2011

Chapter 6

After work Yames headed to Dina's. Once a week he always found him self over at Dina's. He never made a conscious decision to go there, but for the past few years it had become a habit. He sits down in on of he booths by the windows and looks out at late night Watershed. Today was his late day at work. He was responsible for making sure that all the reds came through, and he had to separate out the occasional blue. He looked out the window still wondering about what had happened to him. He could no explain the bumps and scrapes on his body, the cold sweat, the woman in blue on the train, or the man from the news paper.
The waitress came over, called him darling. He ordered a coke and lit his cigarette. He slouched down in the booth and began to think. He couldn't connect any of the events.
The waitress walked back bye. She refiled his coke and sat back down with him for her smoke break. No one else was there so she was in no rush. She lit her special had rolled cigarettes for as long as he can remember she had been smoking those. The ones with blue filters. He liked her. She was one person that he knew. They weren't really firends, but they had perty much had conversations weekly for the last two years.
"What are those scrapes on your arms?"
He slowly brushed his sleeves down and told some lie about getting hurt on the job. He couldn't say that he didn't know. How strange would that be. Who does not remember getting scraps the size of bannas on their arms. She only half believed him, but she let it go. Someone else walked in the door, and she had to go take care of him.

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