A Writer Stuck In Gotham

Chapter 6

I was walking home from work. Throughout the day, I thought I was going to die of boredom. When the end of my shift came around I was bursting with happiness.

It was a nice 64° outside. More leaves had fallen and covered the cracked sidewalks of Gotham. I took it all in. 'I should write today...' I thought as a breeze blew past me.

As I walked, I thought of what had happened over the last week. Ed and I hadn't really talked since we told each other our traumatizing childhoods. Though, Rylee and I had been talking a lot more. It started when she came to me about Marissa. She hadn't talked with her in a while. I asked why and she became a rambling mess. Let's just say I found out that she had been working with Oswald for the past month.

I had laughed out loud. When I told her the story of my the last month, she laughed too. She couldn't believe that her boss had gotten himself lost in the woods with an injured arm and into my life. It was like our friendship was meant to be.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, there came a slight buzzing from my coat pocket. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my well-used phone, Finding that I had gotten a text from Rylee, I opened it quickly.

Rylee♛:

Hey, you wanna grab some coffee? Let's say, in an hour?

I chuckled a little. Does she even need to ask me? I practically live and breathe the stuff. Of course, I want coffee! I quickly replied to her text.

Book Monkey🙊:

Uh, duh.

Rylee♛:

Sweet! See ya then!

When that was taken, care of, I focused on getting home and into some comfy sweatpants.

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In my comfy clothes, I grabbed the usual things and made my way next door to the coffee shop. Entering the shop, I begin searching for Rylee. I didn't find her in the building. She mustn't be here yet. (Keep in mind it takes me about thirty minutes to walk home.)

I decided I should buy something before I make a spot for myself. Walking up to the waiting line, I checked my phone for any messages. No messages to be found I figured she's on her way and would be here shortly. Realizing that it was my turn to order, I walked up to the counter.

I had ordered my drink and walked over to my usual spot. I sat down in one of the chairs and began pulling things out of my bag. First was my notebook. Then, came the pencil pouch with all my writing utensils. I flipped through my notebook to find out where I last wrote.

As I flipped through my notebook, I came across the story I wrote when I ventured into the forest a month ago. The story brought my memories back. Not just the memories from that day, but the memories through the recent month. Which then had me thinking about Ed.

I was shocked out of my thoughts by the barista calling my name. Putting my notebook on the coffee table, I got up to get my coffee. As I walked back, I made the stupid decision to take a drink from my cup. I ended up burning my tongue. 'Why does this happen every time?'

Sitting back down, I heard the bell on the door ring and Rylee walked into the building. I waved my arms to get her attention. When she saw me, She motioned to the waiting line. She was going to get coffee first. I nodded in response.

I looked back to my worn notebook. The page it was opened to was one of my recent stories. Yes, I'm still writing the crime fiction book. But I tend to run out of inspiration for the book and write short stories to restore some muse. This story just so happened to be loosely based off of my current situation.