the excitement rolled inside of my stomach like a swarm of moths trying to find the light that is surrounding me. why is it that there is so much light around me but there is no light inside of me. " central station" I read on my ticket. its hard to read because the back of the train rattles, shakes and wobbles more then the rest of it. the kids next to me really are annoying, looking over my shoulder to see what I am typing. my ears get hot. I want to just close my laptop. or even say something. I was working on one of my latest books "little red dress" and this little boy was looking, staring at my screen. not even reading he was just staring at the top left corner of my screen.
"what are you writing sir?" he asked as he looked at me with large confused eyes
"a book" I replied as I continued typing. not making eye contact. that boy was still looking at me. I was typing a scene when a girl gets gruesomely murdered.
"you might not want to look kid." I said as I shifted my computer to the right a little, followed by the shift of my body following behind. the boy on my right was looking at me. that is when I looked at him, he was not that bad looking to be completely honest, he was maybe 9 or 10 or something. not to sound creepy, he had dark brown hair that was frosted at the tips, he had brown eyes and freckles.
"are you alone?" I ask noticing there was n other adult near that was not completely different looking... maybe he was adopted?
" they are not around anymore" he said looking down
" oh sh-shoot sorry kid" I said noticing he was small and he probably idnt ant me to swear in front of him. "why are you going to new York?" I asked him trying to change the topic
"my aunt lives there"
" oh cool"
"yeah...why are you going there?" he asked me finally looking up and making eye contact.
"looking for a better life as an author"
"if you become famous give me a random shoutout because I am a huge nothing" he said to me as he giggled.
" actually-" I close the tab and sit like a normal human so he can see the screen of my laptop. " what is your name?"
"Michael, Michael Hobbs" I take a picture of him with my camera, I upload it to my laptop and put it through Photoshop. and titled it " Adventures of Michael Hobbs". I saw him smile as I put it into Microsoft word and typed "CHAPTER ONE"
"keep me in touch" I gave him my phone number and he put it in his backpack.
it got really dark and we heard a few screams. and we stopped.
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Love, Eliot
Mystery / Thrillerafter being an author in new York city he was successful, he was in a relationship, his books where skyrocketing, he had friends, he was well known, until it all went downhill with one simple move. After this he would write to his beloved sister eve...
