The sparrows covered the truck tires like they were made of bread crumbs. This event seemed a little odd to me. I suppose I should have paid closer attention to the nuggets of wisdom that my grandparents dropped from time to time. I vaguely remember Nanna saying that the sparrow brought the new souls from heaven, which meant that a baby was about to be born.
My fingers scratch the salt and pepper whiskers that cover my face, as I took the initial drag from my cigarette. It’s nothing like that initial drag from a cigarette. So soothing and calming, taking the edge off whatever stressed you. Smoking the rest of it is just a habit if you want to be honest about it.
The sun was bright but there a cool breeze comforted the outside dwellers. I stood aimlessly in smoking area trying to find that piece a sanity that just slipped through my fingers. I hear a car screeching through the parking lot. I guess the driver is late for something. I wasn't even sure if they know what they are late for. The Subways classic “Rock and Roll Queen belted from the radio. In the opposite direction, I can see a group of youngsters bobbing their heads to “I'm so sick” by the Flyleaf’s .
I found myself swaying to the clashing melodies, becoming caught in the rapture of me. As the sparrows flew off taking the old souls back to heaven. This according to Nanna someone had just passed on. I finished the cigarette and prepared myself for the remains of the day. Realizing that I was actually wondering why the Rock and Roll Queen was so sick?
Then it occurred to me …
I don't know
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