Walking alone is an activity that is rarely found to be enjoyable. On the beach or up to a mountain peak, perhaps, but on the sidewalks of an all too familiar town is one setting that is not appealing for solitary foot travel. All the houses left and right and in front and behind are all the same as they could have been seen yesterday, the day before that, or many more days before that, and they most likely will not have changed by tomorrow, the day after that or many more days after that.
Alex liked walking however. He thought it was calming and relaxing. Many days, during the after-school hours, he would take a longer way home, or walk to a fast-food restaurant even if only for some fries. Though not slowly, he never walked fast; it was a reasonable pace that allowed his brain to be constantly filled with new stimuli. While it may seem that stimulation is an inappropriate word choice when talking about a landscape that hardly changes, Alex saw his little town as a remarkably beautiful creation, as one would look upon a mighty snow-capped mountain peak or vastly large and lush green forest.
On one of these walks, taking place in the earlier part of the after-school hours, Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket and placed a call. When he noticed that they had answered, he put the phone to his ear. Annette, his friend on the other end of the line, talked for while with him, asking each other about school and teachers and learning, then going on to talk about where they want to go and what they want to do, which led to why they were scared to leave and why they did not want to stay. She said she had to go, so Alex said goodbye, thanked her, and hung up. He was relieved that he had a few more blocks to go before he would reach his house.
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Come on give me a break, what is the point if I stay,
there’s not that much I can say.
I love that people actually look at these.
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