Bryan didn’t just walk places anymore. He trudged. He had been doing it every day for the past four years, since his wife’s death, and had gotten pretty damn good at it. With his shoulders hunched and his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his denim jacket, he looked like someone who had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.
And sometimes he felt like he did. Memories of life with Sarah were pushed to the far back of his mind these days, what with trying to cope with his addiction and one of the newest additions to his life.
It was those weird powers he had. He almost hadn’t noticed them at first, but he remembered the day he had stepped out of the shower of his new place. He had reached for the towel and had put it against his already dry body. And there were the times he had gone walking around in the rain without his umbrella and found that his clothes were barely wet or were dry as soon as he stepped under a tarp or awning. He had tried an experiment one day and was able to move a few droplets of water around on the table in his apartment. The same experiment with a fork had not been as successful, which led him to the conclusion that he only could control the water.
‘Kind of neat, actually,’ he had thought at the time.
Those thoughts were also pushed out of his mind as he came closer to his destination. The streets and buildings became familiar and soon he was at his dealer’s corner.
“Usual,” he grunts, his Yorkshirean accent as barely audible as his voice. He hands the money to the dealer with his left hand, the gold of his wedding ring glinting on a beam of light from the street, and takes the dose in his right hand, pocketing it and walking away.
He knows he shouldn’t be using it, but he can’t help himself. Like almost everything else in his life, he can’t control himself.
And sometimes he felt like he did. Memories of life with Sarah were pushed to the far back of his mind these days, what with trying to cope with his addiction and one of the newest additions to his life.
It was those weird powers he had. He almost hadn’t noticed them at first, but he remembered the day he had stepped out of the shower of his new place. He had reached for the towel and had put it against his already dry body. And there were the times he had gone walking around in the rain without his umbrella and found that his clothes were barely wet or were dry as soon as he stepped under a tarp or awning. He had tried an experiment one day and was able to move a few droplets of water around on the table in his apartment. The same experiment with a fork had not been as successful, which led him to the conclusion that he only could control the water.
‘Kind of neat, actually,’ he had thought at the time.
Those thoughts were also pushed out of his mind as he came closer to his destination. The streets and buildings became familiar and soon he was at his dealer’s corner.
“Usual,” he grunts, his Yorkshirean accent as barely audible as his voice. He hands the money to the dealer with his left hand, the gold of his wedding ring glinting on a beam of light from the street, and takes the dose in his right hand, pocketing it and walking away.
He knows he shouldn’t be using it, but he can’t help himself. Like almost everything else in his life, he can’t control himself.
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