(This will be in parts to keep ya'll coming)
Adrian walks home from a celebration for her new photo publication with the magazine National Geographic. She has been a struggling photographer for the last ten years and is just starting to get her big break.
She strolls through the rain drenched city after the rain storm with her Nikon digital camera strapped onto the back of her neck trying to get inspiration. She almost overlooks a small child living inside a cardboard box within a cave covered with leaves, moss, and old dirty blankets for insulation.
The rain starts going again, the wind picking up once more as a cold chill goes down Adrian’s spine before she pulls her jacket in closer around herself. She watches the child move the blankets that are on top of the box and exchange some blankets at the top for ones at the bottom that aren’t so soaked. She continues to watch him…not in a judging manner but with complete curiosity. The boy isn’t yet sixteen years of age and he’s on the streets. She realizes she’s seen him before…at the corners of streets and at libraries reading. She breaks her gaze from the boy to gaze at her camera as she slowly removes the lens cap and turns it on. It chirps excited about its user’s return.
She lifts the little window up to her eye and maneuvers the lens to zoom in roughly. At the last second the child looks up at her; flustered she turns around then begins running back to her studio apartment just a few blocks away from Riverdale’s central park.
Slamming her apartment door shut behind her she takes a few deep breaths as she undoes the strap on her camera and then throws it onto the sofa next to her. She flimsily takes her winter boots off and then goes over to her closet taking off her soaked clothes for dry warm ones. After seeing that homeless boy she no longer feels an appetite and just goes off to her bedroom off the side of the huge living room/kitchen/dining room. She crawls in between the covers feeling a tinge of guilt as she falls to sleep dreaming about the boy.
