New York, New York 1928
A twenty five year old man ran down the sidewalk, rain falling down on him. Heavy winds whipped the rain in from the side, and no sunlight broke through the storm clouds blanketing the city. The man turned a corner and found refuge from the downpour behind a building's walls. He wiped the water from his face, and with the rain no longer on him, the tears streaming down his face became clear.
The man didn’t whimper or make any other noise as he walked down the new street he was on. He pulled a stack of papers from his coat just before the storm changed it’s winds, sending the rain back down upon him. He tried to shove the papers back into his coat, but the wind ripped more than half of them from his grip. The papers he’d lost lept into the street, and he threw the ones he still held onto to the ground in anger. He kicked the papers nearby him once, and continued his march through New York City.
Los Angeles, California 2012
Kaylie grunted as the sun came into her room. She rolled over and opened her eyes towards her window. “Go away,” she told the sun.
“Excuse me? I’m your mother, and it’s almost time for the bus to get here, Lazy Ass, so you better go away.”
Kaylie smiled and turned to her mother who was setting a pile of laundry on the foot of her bed.
“Fine, I’ll get ready,” she said as she hopped up. She glanced towards her television. It was still on and playing Kingdom Hearts II.
“Either you stayed up all night and just now closed your eyes, or you wasted eight hours worth of electricity on the TV while you slept,” her mother said as she began walking out of the room. "I'm not sure which I'd prefer."
Kaylie opted not to respond to her mother, knowing she could only be joking anyway. She grabbed a shirt and pair of jeans from the pile of laundry and set them aside on the bed. As she started folding the rest of the clothes, her mind began to wander, First day back after the weekend. It had to end sometime, I suppose.
Kaylie finished folding the laundry and put it on her dresser. She grabbed the clothes she had set aside before and made her way across the hall. Closing the door, she walked across the bathroom and sat her clothes on the counter before making her way to the bathtub. She twisted the shower faucet on and stepped back to give it a moment to warm up.
As she turned toward the mirror, Kaylie saw herself, but also a figure in a black cloak standing behind her with its arms crossed. She turned around as fast as she could, but her foot slipped and she found herself falling. She felt her head hit something, and for a brief second caught a glimpse at what looked like black cloth shuffling overhead.