Going outside from the door, he hissed at the bright sky, shining from the sun, to hitting his face. "Ugh!" He throws an arm in front of his eyes as his head turns away.
"Could say the same for you, bitch" Yelped a stranger, while giggles erupt along pass by him.
Malin scoffed, ignoring-- or trying to-- the random comment that bothered him. He'll have to pay no mind for now.
Last time he had a horrible day like this; when the one time he got shallow water all over his clothes, his bike stolen only to be found destroyed later by a clan of drug addict teenagers. Disrespected on the way from work to home right after he was ten minutes late to work and almost got fired for that. As much as he hates his job, he needs the job. Not only to pay for rent, but to also help for his sister, Margaret, who's in a coma from an accidental choice she rope herself into.
Though, that's the problem, no one else had helped him out with his sister, he was the only one who had visited her a lot of times. She still hasn't woken up yet.
How badly he wishes he had better luck than being in this state. This poor excuse of a life time he didn't ask for. Which he had to deal with for the rest of his life if it has to be this way.
Sighing, though luckily he didn't got screwed over this time. Which he expected one today. Just to get over it and be lectured.
He paused by at a white building, scattered with dried splashes of paint, empty paint cans stacked up to either be stolen for pranks or used for something whatsoever.
Malin sighs, taking a dull glimpse of the place, awful respect of grass paths, being below bits of paint. Paint brushes unused, unfinished artworks hung up outside, just begging to be more wrecked than their current state.
"Get your ass back to work, Tigre..." he mumbled to himself, mocking his boss, making oneself chuckle. "Why do you have to call out my last name for?"
"Mr. Tigre?" Blurted a Italian accent, a familiar female. He knows exactly who it is.
"Hello, boss"
"Must I ask why are you stalling to get inside for? I know you're not expecting company."
"Wha.. erm, no ma'am."
"Exactly, now get your ass inside. You have work to do."
"Yes ma'am..."
He scoffs once more, eyes hardly interested, walking in as he held his yellow bag. Already seemed annoyed even if the day hardly started.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderless
Short StoryMeeting Malin Tigre, a lowly introvert. Who's currently dealing with a difficulty of a hospitalized family member, but struggles with his personal life of maintaining his job as an artist. Viewing of his foggy, miserable and maddening sight of Helv...
