mjj158
30 year old Finneus and 32 year old Florian often pass eachother as they make their way to work. Living in the 50's they were both social outcasts - having no family of their own, and for being generally strange.
"Every morning I have the same routine; wake up, have a shower, prepare my morning coffee and read yesterday's paper. I proceed by washing up the dishes and putting on my coat. I begin to walk to work. Every morning it's the same, people walking dogs, children on the way to school, what you would expect from a little village on a Monday morning. But there's always this man, he's blonde, generally attractive. I see him roller skating to work with the same blue skates. I'm not sure where he works, nor why a grown man roller skates to work, but what I do know is that we make a different turn each morning at a similar time. He always looks happy, like a ray of sunshine is permanently beaming down on him, the light gleaming upon his golden hair, and shining into his brown eyes, creating layers of rich caramel which truly feel like they light up a room. It sounds nice, really, always having happiness surrounding you instead of being shrouded in what feels like a monotonous day repeating itself, it's always the same routine. "