Sep 2, 2017
“Oh my god, shit! I’m so sorry!”
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“Oh my god, shit! I’m so sorry!”
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counting was the worst part of any endeavor. sales. chemistry. music. it’s all numbers and the way her eyes wavered with squiggling lines in the corners while she went over her inventory. maria hadn’t felt the beginnings of a migraine for more than a second before someone walked through the doors. the diner was empty, excluding herself and the one waiter who doubled as the cook -- currently taking a smoke break. “ you can sit wherever you want. it’ll probably be a while. ”
Casper dragged his feet as he walked the few blocks home from work. His 12 hour shift had only just ended, and the warm afternoon light was a welcomed respite from the harsh fluorescents in Emergency. The nurse was only just beginning to enjoy the last light of the day before a soft but distinct plop fell from sky and onto his shoulder. Casper stared at the milky-brown substance; the murky yellow brown intermixing with streaks of white. It reminded him of that fucking faber-castell texta he was made to use in elementary school. Too light for the ‘skin’ peachy bullshit, but not dark enough for the deeper chestnut brown. The kids at school had called it the poo pen. F u c k- even he called it that. He’d hated that mustard colour with a flaming passion, one that clearly hadn’t dissipated more than a decade later. “oh yep, okay cool.” Cas sighed, unzipping his hoodie in an exaggerated fashion. “Neat-o, yep, i’m just going to take this right off and we can forget this ever happened.”