Kindra and Andy went to get waffles for breakfast,
same as every day. The usual. Andy actually got all the way dressed today, and
his he slept on his hair the night before in a way where it looked normal. Andy
would probably be the only kid in the daycare who started out the week looking
decent.
Since her
odd observation of Pink at 6:30 in the morning, Kindra had hardly been able to
keep herself together. She wasn't knowingly losing it, just subconsciously
breaking down. She even smoked a couple of cigarettes in the apartment. It was
a long sunday.
After
dropping Andy off at St. Benedict's for his morning daycare, Kindra gave
_______ a call. It went to voicemail, just as she hoped.
"Hey,
it's Kindra. I just dropped Andy off at daycare. I really need to go run an
errand today. I won't be able to pick Andy up at 2. I'll pick him up on friday
if you pick him up today. Kay, thanks, I know you're busy, but I'm going to
take care of my business. I appreciate the help."
Kindra
walked down Brownstone Blvd. in a hurry, lighting up a cigarette as she walked.
Her pace slowed down once she could take a drag. She tied her hair up in a
ponytail, suddenly becoming aware of her appearance. On weekdays like today she
generally just stayed in her t-shirt that she slept in the night before and
slipped on her dirty jeans. The ponytail would help. Kindra circled behind
Castle Apartments and made her way to the bus stop.
To her
surprise, there was a girl there that she recognized. It was the chick that
Andy had talked to when they saw the occupiers at the park. Kindra was curious
about her. She had never really observed her to figure out what about her was
so appealing to Andy. The girl must have noticed her, because she looked over.
Kindra smiled to ease the awkwardness of getting caught looking. The girl
smiled back.
"Hi,
I'm Spring," the girl said.
"I'm
Kindra," Kindra said, her somewhat rough voice a stark contrast to
Spring's peppy one. Kindra sat down on the bench.
"So,
where are you riding to?" Spring asked.
"Uhm, I
haven't quite decided yet. I think I was just planning on getting out of here
for a while. I’ll would decide later. I was tempted to go to the airport. Hey,
do you know any cities around here that are different –"
"Wait!
I knew I recognized you! You’re that kid Andy's mom. He's a cutie! He talked to
me at the park! At least, I assumed you were his mom, ‘cause otherwise it'd be
awkward...."
"Oh.
Yeah. I'm his mom. I was saying, do you know any cities around here that I
could fly to cheap? That aren't like this place? You know?"
"Yeah
yeah, you should try... uhm... actually, I'm not really sure. I don't get out
of here much."
"Oh
okay. Well thanks," Kindra said, turning away to cut off the conversation.
As luck would have it, they weren’t exactly having the most enthralling conversation. Kindra Lee, as I heard Spring call her, wanted to get away on a cheap flight. But those fools couldn’t even think of any cities to go to! Maybe if they’d stop being so cool they could learn such things!
ReplyDeleteSo pink played his songs. He even went and sat on the street corner and played his music. People came and watched. One person, which Pink fancied, was a girl named Kindra. She was on her way to the cas de waffle. She stopped and listened to a song that made the top ten nearly thirty years ago. She knew the lyrics. Pink had found enjoyment in his popularity as a musician. Although, he only saw here for a quick minute, his faith in humanity was rekindled. She left a dollar in his guitar case. He played a strong riff as she walked off. He almost wish he could be with her. He returned to the music. A request came in. It was his favorite song to play.
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