11-21-2014, 03:43 PM
The sound of the wheels rolling over the ice roads was drowned out by the cabbie's radio and his inane chatter. Lucas heard none of it. His mind felt fogged and he struggled to pierce it, to think clearly.
Instead random thoughts flitted in and out of focus, memories of his lonely childhood; of tattooing Aria; of trying to mug Valentin; of Martya and their scams; of his shop; of Aria; of the old man; of sitting on a bench by the river drawing; of the john's hands around his neck; of Aria; of the old man. Round and round like dead leaves in a dust-devil they swirled, never stopping.His emotions followed those snippets, from happiness to fear, from sorrow to pride, made stronger by the loosening the drink had given him.
And underneath it all was a general confusion. ""Tell my daughter I'm coming for her." Aria's father. He was coming for her. It didn't make sense. All he knew was that he had to talk to Aria. He needed to sleep too. Just rest, for a moment, to sleep, to find some sweet peace.
He hadn't realized that they had arrived until the cabbie raised his voice. With a start he saw that they were stopped. He opened the door and saw Aria and another girl. Aria looked so tiny in those clothes. He'd never seen her in something like that. They were a larger man's clothes. She moved towards as if in pain though he could see no injuries. He barely noticed the girl.
He just stood there for a moment, unable to speak, unable to move, staring at her. It was like this whole night was a dream. Finally, "Are you ok?"
Edited by Lucas, Nov 24 2014, 12:59 PM.
Instead random thoughts flitted in and out of focus, memories of his lonely childhood; of tattooing Aria; of trying to mug Valentin; of Martya and their scams; of his shop; of Aria; of the old man; of sitting on a bench by the river drawing; of the john's hands around his neck; of Aria; of the old man. Round and round like dead leaves in a dust-devil they swirled, never stopping.His emotions followed those snippets, from happiness to fear, from sorrow to pride, made stronger by the loosening the drink had given him.
And underneath it all was a general confusion. ""Tell my daughter I'm coming for her." Aria's father. He was coming for her. It didn't make sense. All he knew was that he had to talk to Aria. He needed to sleep too. Just rest, for a moment, to sleep, to find some sweet peace.
He hadn't realized that they had arrived until the cabbie raised his voice. With a start he saw that they were stopped. He opened the door and saw Aria and another girl. Aria looked so tiny in those clothes. He'd never seen her in something like that. They were a larger man's clothes. She moved towards as if in pain though he could see no injuries. He barely noticed the girl.
He just stood there for a moment, unable to speak, unable to move, staring at her. It was like this whole night was a dream. Finally, "Are you ok?"
Edited by Lucas, Nov 24 2014, 12:59 PM.