Nicholas was writing ferociously causing a slight stiffness to emerge, he was left handed you see, so he started to adjust his hand positions in order to write what his mind suddenly started spilling out. He was broken you could say, not unfixable, but more like a lego man who's lost its head. He can be rebuilt of course, it just takes some finding.
He was sat on a lovely purple leather chair he bought from a peaceful little antique shop near Oldham Centre. Though the antiques mainly consisted of books and small lamps Nick found the chair when he wondered behind some bookshelves. A dim, winter light had caused the sheet of dust on the chair to appear almost crystal-like. He approached it with delicacy as he placed his hand on the left chair arm. He slowly brushed the dust off of the label tag and read the price; fifty pounds. He dug into his pocket to find his wallet, were he found two twenty pounds. He found a two pound in his jacket pocket. He approached the owner of the shop and haggled it down to 38, with enough money left to spend on a packet of L&B.
He used the wheels of the chair to manoeuvre it to the house, were he stopped at the doorstep, sat down, and had a smoke. Holding it with his left hand, he watched the dust particles fade away into the breeze as he wiped the seat down with his right hand. Every so often he flicked the end of his cigarette away from the leather causing his back to let out a small twinge of pain. He ignored it of course, he was used to it. For a boy of 15 he had the most dreadful bouts of backpain.
Two days later, the chair had become an essential part of the room.
Nick liked the corner shops that settled down the street of his house. Each of them individual, full of variety. He enjoyed watching certain people go into one certain shop due to them prefering the shopkeeper, or the colour scheme of one shop to another, or how one shop was closer than another. He enjoyed watching people make decisions. Them changing their minds halfway between making a decision. How a person starts to cross the road then diverts back onto the road he was on before.
He enjoyed human life.
