It's that time of night where I'm not sure if it's too damn early or really freakin' late. In the spirit of "ah, screw it" I wanna blog anyways. Stupid, but hey, this is me. Another short story tonight. Hope you enjoy it...
The apartment building's facade rose to the smog filled sky like any other run down hole in the city. Screaming out to be painted, repaired, loved. He was across the semi-busy boulevard staring with a torn feeling; love for his ramshackle abode and contempt for still being able to call himself a born and bred Los Angelino. He dragged heavy on his cigarette trying to clear his head with the cloying smoke. An oxymoron to be sure, just like himself. A clean-cut American twenty-something that had always felt in his heart and soul that he should be out in the country. He proved the feeling by growing cooking herbs in his window flower box. Looking at the growing "garden" with a love and pride one reserved for a significant other or a child. It was in large part what drew him back home every night. He couldn't abandon the plants that depended on him. After a long day at his nondescript 9 to 5 in an equally boring office he often wondered what tethered him here. This dirty expanse of skyscrapers and every sort of pollution known to man. His mind would drift to his window box; a green light in a murky haze. He would light his post-drudgery cigarette and wait for the bus back to his plants. From the street he could just see them reaching up to what sun they could get and smiled knowing that he would eventually walk the three flights of stairs to water them and coo and coerce them into staying alive. He would thank them for being so kind as to stay with him and allow him to use their bounty to flavor his food. When his train of thought rumbled down this track he knew why he stayed. He wanted to give the skyline, his building that little bit of green life that he could. It gave him a feeling of accomplishment that only working the soil could give a man. He crushed his dropped cigarette on the sidewalk and sprinted across to his building suddenly excited to see his little family of foliage that brightened the city just enough for him to see.
Jewelry: HardWear by Lindsey
Sister: Film Making and Cookie Baking
Rusty J: Rustified -