Another piece I forgot about...

June, still spring and not to cold or warm, I preferred it like this. I could sit outside Starbucks in my break time where I work and admire those who walk pass or stop by. Sometimes I use the time to draw, mostly people or anything that really inspires but lately, I’ve had no inspiration. For the past three weeks, I’ve just been sitting here, staring at a blank page in my little black book.

“Still no magic?” said a cheery voice behind me. It was miles, my best friend and only friend; we grew up together and working together. We even did a scrapbook together when were thirteen and wrote where we wanted to be in the next ten years, now seventeen, working at Starbucks after graduation wasn’t one of them.

“Nope” I sighed and placed my pencil in my pocket along with my book. Miles handed me my tea and croissant and sat next to me with his extra-large latte, slurping it because it was too hot.

“So this wall in that brain of yours, how did it get there?” Miles said in between slurping. The wall he is referring to is my ability of being unable to draw and I’ve been having really strange dreams. The two nights ago I dreamt about a huge brick wall, just a brick wall and then last night, there was a door.

“I don’t know, they keep getting weirder and-”

I was about to explain to him about the door part of my dream, but a really odd feeling took over, a cold draft touch the small of my back making me shiver  and I found myself looking over Miles’s shoulder. There in the distance, a tall boy walked. Slowly through the crowed path, not even brazing a person; I couldn’t understand this odd feeling, if felt like I’ve seen him before.  

 “Hello- Gloria!” Miles cooed and waved his hand in front of my face. I watched the boy stop in front of Starbucks, observed everything around him as if he was being followed and went inside.

“Gloria!” Miles said sharply and clicked his fingers against my ear. I flinched in my chair and hit the back of my hand under the table, almost knocking everything off. Miles saved his Latte while mine, was sitting in a puddle.

“Miles, you’re such a dumb a*s sometimes” I frowned at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Who were staring at?” He asked looking behind him while I cleared up the mess. Miles likes to wind people up, annoy them in some way and he’s just done that. 

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I am, as so often with your work, transfixed. Should I have picked this off a shelf I would have bought it immediatley. So many questions and interest. I do hope you write more of this. Well, I enjoy all your writing Poetry and prose.