KatsumiSasaki

 A short white building stood in the midst of the cluttered city square, it's glass windows reflecting the hot evening sun. The ringing of the bell, and the steel doors burst open with crowds of students, each dispersing in all directions like a million black ants crawling across the city square. From the seventh floor, the clatter of pens and rush of bags switched between each other, the chattering of voices diffusing throughout the corridor. Then, the final slamming of lockers as silence established its place in the classroom of 3-A. The evening sun was like a delicious slice of an orange peel, lapping its way through the old glassy windo

 Through the small one-sided talks they made on their tedious voyage to the cafe, he had learnt that her full name was Anna Autumn Smith, the name 'Anna' being given to her by herself. She had proclaimed that the adults were always demanding for her to be 'somethin' else that I ain't', to be a bold pronouncement of a 'gentle lil' sonofa frolickin' lamb' which was lead around by some 'actin' boastfully conceited pompous adults' who weren't even 'real adults'. She claimed that someone ought to show em' who the real adults were, and the way they ran the country was causing the social problems, somethin' about money and rich people getting even r

 The strange irony was that it was autumn. And autumn arrived fast, too fast for anyone to receive. The image here, one must note, isn't that of graceful blushing leaves twirling and whisking around him as he sat in peace and looked at the vast blue glistening sky reflected in the ripples of the tiny coffee; the world in his hand. The image here--wasn't even as image. It was some spoilt picture, the burnt leaves swirling around his feet, the husky wind pushing it against his face and some twigs hurling themselves at him. It was a-calling storm, a heavy rain coming in. He was in the national park, and an alley of trees were lining the sides.

 He watched, with a certain detached amusement as the brown liquid swished about in the white porcelain cup. The fake silver spoon dipped in, going round and round as  blocks of crystalized sugar plopped in neatly, one after another. Steam rose, a strong aroma filling his hooked nostrils, traveling about in his mind. The tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee at branch, he thought with rather much too passionate feelings. He continued watching as the small stubby fingers stirred on continuously, and he paused to look up at her side profile. Her bright and big eyes were in a distance, concentrating on something else, none of the same seduction he f

It was worse than she imagined. The atmosphere had already set the mood of the place. The old tiled floors, brown, dark and thin, the proximity from each tile as suffocating as the stagnant air. But hey, at least the ward floor was carpeted, on a cheerful note. It was dirty green which made it look like it had a rotting life, serving under the feet of many suffering patients that throd across the floor daily, or perhaps monthly, Or maybe, never. Very cheerful indeed. Room 29 had 4 beds, thankfully only 2 beds were occupied. Thinking optimistically, maybe the other two had healed up already. "Yes, they did," whispered the nurse softly. "T