gone

NOEL

NOEL

WIDE OPEN by Braxton Cook, filled the air, harmonising into his ears. as he sat there besides the damp, cotton curtains that whispered in the room. the old-varnished and corroding frame of the square glass windows that were half open.

tapping the cigarette that held between his index and middle fingers, memorising the crumbs of eroded materials that fell in the tray along with his blown out cigs too.

the scene that was set before his eyes were the grey and daft concrete of the large but hardly accommodated offices. most of them had they golden ticket before the WALL STREET CRASH, it was the haven of New York. the fifteen minutes of fame, that really did last for that long.

but since then, all near is just a memory.

for those still living, either being unfortunate or a man living under a rock.

he scratched his nude back. with marked spots just a shade darker than his skin. in the midst of stretching, refining his muscularity. after, giving his jet black her a scruff, he dropped his fifth cig in the tray, exhausting slowly.

"wh– what day is it?" he said after a cough in his arm, he groaned as he checked the calendar hanged up in the room. his fingers traced along the days till he found today. he took an sigh full of resentment and fatigue, and whispered to his hearing.
"damn, it's time."