#hotheadedchild

Usually, Ivan would spent his lunchtime break within the confines of the store; nibbling at sandwiches amongst the swaths of blooming sunflowers. This time was slightly different. Uazha had gone on a carbohydrate-binge and devoured all of the bread in the house before Ivan had even returned from his morning jogs, thus forcing Ivan to venture out into the dreaded and incredibly busy world of lunchtime Utopia to find himself something to eat.

He’d settled himself down at his usual haunt, complete with a cup of steaming tea and a warm toastie, when he spotted a young child sitting alone on the pavement outside the cafe. Although Ivan wasn’t the type to pry, this kid didn’t look to be much more than 8 and surely wasn’t supposed to be alone in the middle of the city. Especially not at midday on a Wednesday; didn’t this kid have school or something? Quickly glancing at the clock, Ivan decided not to intervene unless the child was still there when he’d finished his lunch. The kid could have a parent who’d just briefly popped into a shop, a caregiver who’d surely come around at any second to whisk them away home.

And yet, twenty minutes passed by without a single adult approaching the child. With nothing but crumbs on his plate and milky dregs in his cup, Ivan got up to approach the kid.

Viktor’s day was going quite well if you asked him. He got work done, drank way too much coffee, and he was finally able to just sit down. Until Örjan came in. 

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

The wood was damp, the air filled with the smell of undergrowth after rainfall. It was pleasant, tranquil, and the soft caws of far off birds made the wood feel so alive. Wind passed through the leaves and the branches, and the trees seemed to breathe as they swayed. 

Artem would often walk amongst the thicket when his head was filled with nothing but growing, black scribbles. This trek was usually done on his lonesome, but today he had along with him a small boy. 

He was beside him, and had been since the walk started, and the two simply stayed quiet. Although, Artem wished he wouldn’t, for listening to the boy babble on was quite nice.