Yoba's Song
Part 8
Excerpt:
The reflection of the sun off the snow-covered ground is blinding as Sebastian steps out of his quarters for his morning cigarette. He just finished his weekly phone call with Father Henry; it was a short, rather mundane one. Sebastian didn’t have anything new to report, so they ended up chatting about personal matters, namely, Father Henry was giving Sebastian updates on his chess tournament.
He has a path shoveled leading back to his smoke spot, and a light dusting of snow from early this morning covers his tracks from last night. He is having trouble deciding if he finds his work boring or fulfilling. If he were anyone else, he might be lonely, but he feels like he gets an adequate amount of social interaction. Confessionals every other Wednesday and Friday for the one or two people who ever bother to show up, mass every Sunday, volunteering around town when he has nothing else to do, and the occasional visit from Robin or Maru.
He spends a lot of time reading if he’s not working, it's really his only hobby now. He's found himself missing his computer and comics a lot lately; he’s sure it’s all still in his old room at Robin’s with most of the old belongings that he gave up when joining the seminary, but he can't afford to throw hours into games and such nonsense anymore.
He takes a burning draw from his cigarette, his mind wandering to his old bedroom. If he were a gambling man, he would be willing to put money on Robin keeping the room exactly as it was when he left it, but he really doesn’t actually want to know the answer to that question.
Either outcome would sting him, somehow.
