Blood Covered Words

The sun is shining brightly. Streams of gleaming heat penetrate his face. His

black and red cap does very little to protect his face from the rays of the sun. He wears

dark, rugged jeans, worn out skate shoes, and a red, white and black hoodie, with one of

her favorite bands on the front.

He stands in front of one of the many cornerstores on the block. Leaning

against the wall, he pulls out his box of Marlboro Reds, and his clear red $.50 lighter.

There aren't many cars passing by, but he stands there patiently, blowing clouds of

smoke into the still air.

Flicking away his cigarette, he pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie, and looks at

his three year old watch, for a brief moment, catching a glimpse of the time. He

remains calm, cool and collected in his own thoughts, in his own world. He is so

mysteriously attractive.

Natalie stands there, her 5'4 frame leaning against the stop sign pole, her waist

length, black hair covered wi...