"The fire is warm and I am so cold." That's the only thing the boy was thinking about. His thin body shivered behind the terribly thin and worn clothes he wore. There were five people seated by the fire with him in the small room; they were all huddled as close as they could be to it. Outside the abandoned and decrepit house snow was falling and the wind would toss it about in frequent, sudden and powerful gusts. It seemed that everyone was thinking only of the fire.
The boy tried to turn his thoughts to something other than how frightfully chilled he was. The looked on each of his fellow fire sharers. There were 2 women and 3 men. The women were nestled against one another tightly for warmth. One was raven haired with brown almost golden eyes. Her hair was very short, it stuck out messily under her knit cap. The boy thought for a moment about how stupid it was of her to cut it short in the winter.
The other woman was resting her head on the golden eyed one's chest. She had red hair, blue eyes and pale freckled skin that seemed to glow in the dim fire light. This one's hair wasn't short but long and wavy. The boy quickly came to the conclusion that she must be the more sensible of the two just because she wasn't stupid enough to have short hair in the winter. They both wore dark long coat and dark gloves.
The boy turned his attention to the man sitting closest to him. He was at least in his 50s. His hair was a dark gray spattered with an occasional white hair here and there. His eyes were an icy blue but somehow they were warm and kind looking. He wore a heavy wool coat and shiny black leather gloves that he tucked under his arms. He was obviously money, the boy concluded.
The next man was seated against the wall by the women. He had thick black hair that fell into his face. He continually was pushing back behind his ears. He wore a short black leather coat with studs and grommets covering it. He also wore fingerless leather gloves and knee-high punker boots. His face was in a sort of cynical sneer. He seemed to roll his eyes at the women and glare at everyone else. The boy noted that it was probably best to leave him alone.
The last of the fire sharers was a tall man in his mid 20's with pale blonde hair that was cropped neatly against his head; his eyes were a soulful green. He wore an old green coat that looked military issue. He was a handsome man, a guileless, nearly sweet smile was permanently pressed into his mouth and he seemed to attract the gaze of everyone around him. Not that he noticed, he seemed to be content enough to stare into the fire and ignore everyone around him.
The boy looked at the pristine clothing his fellows wore and felt a burning contempt for his own pathetic situation eat a hollow in his heart. "These sods don't know how good they've got it." he said to himself as he tucked his bare hands between his thin, poorly dressed thighs. He didn't realize it but a noticeable glare had formed on his face.
As time passed and the fire seemed to dull the blonde man went out and gathered more wood from the pile in the crumbling room beyond. He returned and tossed a few logs on the fire, the heat increased quickly and the man received a few nods of gratitude, even from the boy and the black haired man. He nodded back and returned to his stance of leaning against the cracked plaster wall and staring into the fire.
The first to break the silence was the red-headed woman. "Do you think they'll have a place ready for us on the otherside?" It was a few seconds before someone responded. "Not likely." said the black haired man with the leather jacket. "I'm pretty sure it'll be like it was before, but they won't kill you this time around." The short haired woman glared at the man and turned her face back to the fire.
"Well, I for one don't care if they have a place or not. I want to live." the blonde replied rather dryly in a low soft voice.
 Icaruspunk · Sun Nov 21, 2010 @ 04:27pm · 0 Comments |
