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Post by nathaniel arthur smith on Jul 3, 2011 22:26:10 GMT -5
Nate shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket and shuffled through the sand, his eyes on a deserted bench a little ways down the beach. It was early in the morning, right after dawn, and the beach was pretty much deserted because it was slightly chilly...and early in the morning. Nate had gotten off after a long shift at the bar a few hours earlier, and despite being bone tired he hadn't been able to sleep much. He had tossed and turned for hours and eventually gave up, grabbing a book and making his way down to the beach.
Once he reached the bench, Nate sat down and looked out across the ocean for the moment. It was rare moments like this when Nate felt the calmest, when no one was around him and he could feel the slight chill creeping through his skin. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind for a moment as the light breeze brushed his hair. He then opened his eyes, getting sickened by the poetic nature of his surroundings, and opened his book.
Nate had read The Invisible Man about a hundred times since he was first introduced to it at age fourteen, and each time he read it he found another level of the novel that he could relate to. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he sympathized with the narrator. He knew what it felt like to be sort of invisible, and he found it comforting that even a fictional person had felt the same way.
Nate began reading faster and lost himself in the book, not even noticing when the beach filled up and people began running and laughing around him. When Nate was reading, he was nearly oblivious. |
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