Post by cheezitsandoj on Feb 19, 2007 9:04:18 GMT -5
Ergo sat with his head down, listening to the constant police sirens outside. Always the police sirens. Never a dull moment in this city, except when the excitement got commonplace.
He decided to sit up. Perhaps more interesting things could be seen than heard. But no. All he saw was his foggy rain-drenched window, which was about as useful as a window as his bed sheets (which WERE quite thin, at that), his refrigerator, which he had heard quietly buzzing in the corner, and the light that seemed to bright and too dim at the same time. Ergo needed sleep and he knew it.
“Damn…this isn’t how things should go…why couldn’t I have just joined the circus?” he moaned to himself.
But no, he had WANTED to run away from everything. Not that he had anything to run from. It was all gone, seized when Jenny got run over by that vegetable cart…he had told her the farmers market wasn’t for regular people.
“Does that mean…I should go to that market now? With all the other poor fungal growths in this place?” Ergo mused.
He changed his mind. Ergo didn’t want to go to sleep, he was just bored. He needed some action, some excitement. He needed some fear. And what better place than that skate park he had heard all about?
……….
He had been surprised at the expectation he would have his own board; Ergo certainly did not have a skateboard, nor had he ever. Lucky thing, then, that the shop manager had so kindly sold him one for only a hundred dollars. Ergo was sure these sold for at least a few thousand in most places; this must’ve been quite the deal!
Starting out slowly, Ergo balanced himself upon the board and held his arms out to his sides. He could stand on it! For the first time in a long time, he let himself smile.
And the board promptly shot out from under him.
Ergo frowned. It was most definitely his goddamn leg again. That leg had never done anything good for him. Sometimes he was just ready to saw a few inches off his right leg, even them out. He gritted his teeth and stopped himself from such a grim thought; that’s not why he had come to this city, he had come to this city hoping to get AWAY from the constant reminder of his leg. But it was hard to forget; Ergo was rather attached to his leg.
There was no way he could get used to this. Ergo was all ready to go home and take that nap when he heard someone else come in the door. A new person might mean some excitement, possibly even a day that didn’t draw itself out as more depressing than the last.
He decided to sit up. Perhaps more interesting things could be seen than heard. But no. All he saw was his foggy rain-drenched window, which was about as useful as a window as his bed sheets (which WERE quite thin, at that), his refrigerator, which he had heard quietly buzzing in the corner, and the light that seemed to bright and too dim at the same time. Ergo needed sleep and he knew it.
“Damn…this isn’t how things should go…why couldn’t I have just joined the circus?” he moaned to himself.
But no, he had WANTED to run away from everything. Not that he had anything to run from. It was all gone, seized when Jenny got run over by that vegetable cart…he had told her the farmers market wasn’t for regular people.
“Does that mean…I should go to that market now? With all the other poor fungal growths in this place?” Ergo mused.
He changed his mind. Ergo didn’t want to go to sleep, he was just bored. He needed some action, some excitement. He needed some fear. And what better place than that skate park he had heard all about?
……….
He had been surprised at the expectation he would have his own board; Ergo certainly did not have a skateboard, nor had he ever. Lucky thing, then, that the shop manager had so kindly sold him one for only a hundred dollars. Ergo was sure these sold for at least a few thousand in most places; this must’ve been quite the deal!
Starting out slowly, Ergo balanced himself upon the board and held his arms out to his sides. He could stand on it! For the first time in a long time, he let himself smile.
And the board promptly shot out from under him.
Ergo frowned. It was most definitely his goddamn leg again. That leg had never done anything good for him. Sometimes he was just ready to saw a few inches off his right leg, even them out. He gritted his teeth and stopped himself from such a grim thought; that’s not why he had come to this city, he had come to this city hoping to get AWAY from the constant reminder of his leg. But it was hard to forget; Ergo was rather attached to his leg.
There was no way he could get used to this. Ergo was all ready to go home and take that nap when he heard someone else come in the door. A new person might mean some excitement, possibly even a day that didn’t draw itself out as more depressing than the last.
