Sinister: williams days

[robert smith]

William breathed in as he fastened the laces on his boots. His boots were 
big and brown and he wore them rarely. The reason he was now putting them on 
was that he was going to the park and he felt a fraud wearing his usual 
shoes in the park.
William had been round this park more than once, but today is seemed a bit 
different. It was nearly a quater past seven on a spring evening and things 
weren't yet dark. I had been raining for days on end and large parts of the 
park were flooded, as usual. It wasn't raining now, although the air was 
moist, it was not unpleasent.
The grey sky was reflecting in the newly formed lakes and seemed to reflect 
an old world that Willaim did not know but he felt he belonged there all the 
same. Belonged.
The rain had made the unflooded fields vibrant and William wondered how many 
shades of green there were in that small field. He'd counted up to seven 
when something caught his eye. 'Sophie 4 Gary' written in tippex on a tree. 
This sort of thing sometimes makes William angry. Today it just made him 
strangely sad. So very sad.


*this piece of self indulgence was brought to you by the undead robert 
smith*
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