"Pl...please, help me out young man..."
"Look pal, I don't have much on me, alright? Now, if you would excuse me..."
"Come on, give me something, I'm starving out here, I haven't eaten in days.... please..."
The night is cold, and the drops of water from the teary sky drown every smile of those who roam the streets.
"Uhf... ok, let me see..." he says while searching his pockets. "Here, one dollar." he extends his hand with the money. "Hope it helps man, but I really need to get going now."
The man who is standing right in front of him, has a short mohawk painted orange, some old black leather jacket with no shirt beneath it, and ripped dirty jeans. His green light-up shoes are the biggest contrast to his forty year old appearance, making his whole demeanor even weirder.
"Oh... one dollar? I mean... that's it?" the mohawk man says, looking at the bill with a disappointed face. "Come on man, I know you have more than that..."
"Are you... are you kidding me? Get out of my face man, go eat something and disappear." Rashid says, dismissing the weird guy and resuming his walk.
There are a lot of weird people in Kerofil. A lot.
Rashid speeds up his steps, he's late. His shift started 5 minutes ago and he's still now arriving at the bar. Jordan, his boss, helped him a lot when they first met each other, landing him a job there, at the Sticks & Bones, when everything seemed uncertain in Rashid's life.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! The old man is gonna kill me." he thinks.
Thunder is heard as the clouds slowly gain a darker shade and the pouring water increases, fueling Rashid's hurry to reach his destination.
Drenched in the rain that was now heavy and unforgiven, he finally arrives at the bar. Confusion infiltrates his mind, as everything seems a little different from last night. The halloween decorations placed around the bar click a button on his brain. They weren't there yesterday.
While looking around, there's a question that pops up, and as foolish as it may seem, Rashid can't figure out the answer.
"I... I worked here yesterday... right?"
Contemplating his doubt for a second, he eventually dismisses it.
"What am I thinking? Of course I did. I was even super tired this morning." he thinks, laughing it off.
"But damn, they did all this without me?" he giggles. "Wow...being Jordan's favorite has its perks." he thinks, chuckling at the idea of his colleagues doing all the work by themselves. "Working after hours? Couldn't be me."
On the other side of the bar, near the counter, Rashid notices something weird again. There's a new girl already serving the customers. Her dark skin contrasts with the bar's classic white and blue uniform, and her long braids enhance her slim figure.
"Who the hell is this pretender doing my job?!" he thinks, walking up to her.
"Uhm, excuse me miss. What's going on here? Did Jordan hire someone to work with me?" he asks.
"Sorry, work with you? Who are YOU supposed to be?" She asks, looking at him with a dismissive look.
"What do you mean? I'm ME, Rashid, the guy who works here. This shift is mine, so YOU must be confused." he says, challenging her look with his own.
"Rash... Rashid?! The guy who disappea..." before she could finish, a voice is heard behind them.
"RASHID?!"
YOU ARE READING
MR. WORD
FantasyA dark city has its secrets. You either ignore them, or risk everything trying to uncover them. Meet a lost man trying to write his own way out of darkness. Oh, and there's magic, lots of it!
