The pale skinned girl walked with the sound of her heels clicking the midnight concrete. Her breath visible in the cold air, she tugged her yellow raincoat closer to her small body. She turned left on the road, coming upon a deserted farmhouse, she was frightened. As she strolled past, there sat a motorcycle, it seemed older, and out of shape. As the streetlamp and lights of the night lit up the old deserted house, she glanced over towards it. There was a dead tree sitting tall in the yard, could fall down at any time. Her eyes glanced past a broken window, then had to take a double look. There sat a dark, shadowed face in the window. She gasped, then blinked, wishing it was an illusion. She opened her eyes, seeing nothing. She sighed, carefully walking on past the house, hoping to reach her
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The brown haired boy sighed as he ran into the coffee shop. It was quite empty, so he chose his spot closer to the window at the end. “The usual?” The barista asked him, he nodded and looked over at the counter. He squinted slightly to look at a newspaper add, seems to be quite the headline. He got up to grab the paper, then heard a walking cane. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to see a man in his mid fifties, he shook his head as he made his way back to his seat by the window. He pulled out his laptop, the newspaper add seemed to need a new repairman, the ferris wheel had seemed to stop. The old man coughed, then released a raspy laugh, looking at the boy. “You believe that no man is available to fix it?” He sat in front of him. The boy looked at him, pondering his answer, “Eh, I guess some are unsure what they’re doing. And thousands of peoples lives are in their hands, if it were to be damaged again.” The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, then was interrupted by a phone ringing. The boy gasped slightly, glaring at the phone, then looked back to the old man. He was
The brown haired boy sighed as he ran into the coffee shop. It was quite empty, so he chose his spot closer to the window at the end. “The usual?” The barista asked him, he nodded and looked over at the counter. He squinted slightly to look at a newspaper add, seems to be quite the headline. He got up to grab the paper, then heard a walking cane. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to see a man in his mid fifties, he shook his head as he made his way back to his seat by the window. He pulled out his laptop, the newspaper add seemed to need a new repairman, the ferris wheel had seemed to stop. The old man coughed, then released a raspy laugh, looking at the boy. “You believe that no man is available to fix it?” He sat in front of him. The boy looked at him, pondering his answer, “Eh, I guess some are unsure what they’re doing. And thousands of peoples lives are in their hands, if it were to be damaged again.” The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, then was interrupted by a phone ringing. The boy gasped slightly, glaring at the phone, then looked back to the old man. He was