Contemplations

That day was a strangely-nice day. Our sky was dark and air, crisp despite the dew. Their awkward interaction was unimportant to the passerby, but Neal and Richard are engrossed in one another’s feebleness. Wes contemplated---- alone; they seem like long lost friends, reuniting amidst this unique day. He shifted his weight in the chair and closed his eyes sharply. Conversations of super-markets and lost bowling alleys go on for much longer than expected and their Sun- City community seems ever sadder than the decrepit inhabitants inside them. His deep impervious grin only raised questions of his pondering. Where are they going? What are they waiting for? Maybe everything, maybe nothing, maybe each other. Without hesitation--- a long groan left his throat through his soft face. Wes wanted completion, but what is left after that? Why must they explain themselves and desperately attempt to coldly type each other’s numbers in the social theater of caring? As Neal and Richard parted, strong gusts of wind continued as before and rain began to mist. Could they leave it alone, never speak and be okay, or is this no accident? So, Wes remained.