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He sat on the subway with his eyes half closed and his lips pushed together in an expression of true defeat. The song "Yesterday" by The Beatles played over and over in his head. He began rocking back and forth faintly to the words. Later on, he rose from his seat and got off. He didn't know where he was, but he didn't care. Walking on an unknown street, Thomas felt more hate for New York than he had ever experienced in his life. Disoriented, Thomas staggered along, block after block, with his arms folded over his chest. It began to shift from afternoon to evening and then to night. Thomas didn't have any physical senses now. He had no hunger, no cold, no pain but that in his head and heart. It began to snow and Thomas watched the world framed by his black eyelashes with water droplets melting on them. Thomas had been walking for blocks and was unable to hold in the warmth of his small body with his cold arms any longer. He ducked into an alley that was just a degree milder. He saw a box and quickly flattened it out to use as a seat. Crouched there, Thomas lost consciousness of his surroundings, which hadn't been of much interest to him anyway. He took consolation from memories of Roseville. Soon after he didn't feel anything at all.
The sun was all alone in a clear sky on Sunday morning in New York City. Angela was walking to work. She loved living in SoHo; it had been her dream to move there when she was a little girl. She was looking around her and feeling good about life. Sure, that jerk from the Yola Bar had stood her up yesterday, she didn't mind. He'd seemed really sweet and innocent, though. But what of it, there were plenty of fish in the sea. At that moment, her eye wandered into the little alley across the street. She saw a homeless man sitting with his back against the brick wall, but he looked so still, like he was dead. She walked over and was shocked to see it was the guy Thomas she had just been thinking of. His chin was pointed towards the sky and his skin was so pale in colour, with blotches of blue and purple. He was motionless and Angela was afraid he might be dead. She wondered what had happened to him. Bending down, Angela began shaking Thomas, calling his name. All of a sudden, he gasped and looked up at her. Angela's eyes were shining vivid gold in the morning light.
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Beaituful ( Applause) Ogemdi Ike | Jun 11th, 2002
Hey, Karis, This just isnt fair. Lets hear the end of the story...!
hahahaha Karis | Jun 11th, 2002
you people!
*shakes head*
you make it up...otherwise I'll have to write a whole NOVEL!
I agree with qnp Jennifer Hall | Jul 10th, 2002
You are a good writer! I really, really, want to hear the end!! Write the novel, Karis!
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