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Somnio Despero
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 Created on 6-16-08
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Patrick was in a rut. Papers. pencils, and a crumpled letter surroounded him on his desk, where Patrick covered his face with his ink-stained hands in discouragement. The letter, which had given him high hopes as he tore it open, turned out to be a nother rejection. Patrick was twenty-three years old, just out of college and a broke comic book artist. Nothing had gone well for him so far.
The city, Patrick was realizing, was a frustrating, high-stress place where you had to gulp down five coffees to make it through the day. It was an impersonal, forbidding maze of traffic and skyscrapers, unlike the peaceful golden fields and red barns of the country home he’d left. Why he had moved he couldn’t remember. On Sunday afternoons, Patrick loved to drive out of the city and soak in the nature which reminded him of home, even if that was some what urbanized. He remembered then that Jasmine used to go with him many times, bringing her writer’s notepad with her.
Patrick winced. It hurt to think of Jasmine’s name. One top of the recent failures to publish his work, Jasmine had broken up with him last month with no reason said. Patrick had taken it hard. For four days he wouldn’t come out of his apartment until he had to buy some groceries. No one noticed since he had no roommate or close by friends. Jasmine hadn’t lived with him, but she came over so much it had felt like she did. Patrick missed cheerfulness, and had noticed how silent being alone was.
Raising his head from his desk, Patrick tried to shake the image of Jasmine out of his head. He sipped his coffee before standing up and stretching. Getting out seemed to be a better idea than reminiscing, so he slipped on his coat and turned the many locks on the wide door as he left.
Outside the city was bustling with the general crowd of people, all pursing Friday night entertainment. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to go except for him. Patrick was scolding himself for wallowing in self-pity when he almost tripped over a small, thin thing. He turned to see a young girl leaning against a brick building, her scrawny little legs sprawling out from a worn paisley skirt. She looked up at him tiny brown eyes.
“Sorry,” Patrick muttered, looking at the ground.
“It’s no problem, mister. I was just looking for you,” she smiled sweetly as she stood up.
Patrick was startled. City people never spoke to you if you were a stranger, not even small children like her. And why would she be looking for him, a broke artist?
“I …… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stuttered, walking away.
The young girl strode beside him.
“You are Patrick Dormio. You are a comic artist and you love nature. You have little confidence in yourself, but you are very talented. Your favorite smell is lavender, and you only like cream in your coffee,” she rattled off.
Patrick stopped and stared at her suspiciously. “How...?”
The young girl rocked back and forth on her heels, bouncing her curls while she grinned.
“Jasmine sent me.”
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Please Login to post comments| On June 18th 2008 lilshithead061 Said : | |
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That little girl gives me the creeps but its gooe. keep me posted. |
| On June 17th 2008 thuhchris Said : | |
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nice job.. kmp |
| On June 17th 2008 kissofasia Said : | |
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i like it a lot..... |
