ordinary freak

[afealicious]

Ordinary Freak

It’s a bad day today. It’s getting late and I haven’t yet had my coffee, and that always makes me grumpy. Plus it’s so damn cold. Curse the cold, I hate cold. I’ve only got one sweater.

My fingers are stiff, the nails dirty, the skin peeling. For the past few hours they’ve been curled the same way around my fuzzy patched hat, cannon fodder to the harsh winds lobbing their damned little missiles of snow and ice at me. And because my hat is in my hands, my head is cold too.

I think the chill has crept into my fingers and stolen them away from me while I wasn’t looking, because they don’t feel like they’re there anymore. Of course, they look like they’re attached to my hands, but that could just be another of those illusions. I get them sometimes.

A man strides past, all bundled up in a long dark coat, a suitcase in one hand and his coffee in the other. Just like all the rest of them. But there’s something I don’t like about this guy. Maybe it’s that slight wrinkle in his perfect, manly nose as he sees the state of my hair, which I did try to comb just yesterday. Maybe it’s the way he alters his path a little when I stretch out to him, showing him my hands with their illusionary fingers, my hat with its illusionary money jingling around inside. Or maybe it’s because he’s got an especially large cup of coffee, and I don’t.

I toss my hat aside and wander into his path, waving my arms and shouting at him, swearing, begging, praising him and his suitcase and his coffee and his money. I don’t know why, I just do.

The man’s eyes open wide. He narrows them and grunts something nasty to me. Then he runs to catch his bus, his coat flapping behind him, his coffee sloshing and spilling, leaving dark brown splatters in the slush.

He looks so silly! I laugh. I swear. I pick up my hat and the coins that had fallen from it, and count them. The little markings on the coins swim before my eyes, and I count them again. Someone’s car alarm starts blaring insistently, and I hate it. It’s hard for someone to count in their head with all that noise, stupid cars, don’t they know that?

Dropping my hat again, I run off the sidewalk, past the parked car with its blaring horn, right into the middle of the road. I don’t know why, I just do. I wave my arms and shout. I tell the cars how stupid they are, I say hello to them, I admire their colours, I hate their smell. The stupid cars honk louder. Silly things, they are. I laugh, turn around, and walk back to where I’d dropped my hat.

As I bend over to pick it up, something catches my eye. I see a little girl in a puffy ski jacket. She looks in my direction, and I look behind me, but no one is there. She skips over and mumbles something, holding out a chocolate bar and a five dollar bill. I say something back, I forget what, and take the money and the chocolate. I thank her. I don’t know why, I just do.

The chocolate is in my pocket, the money in my fist. The coffee shop is to my right, its warmth licking at my limbs in tendrils. Curse the cold, I hate cold. I’ve only got one sweater.

I walk in.

[faninor]

I thought this was going to be an OLP/Silverchair medley!

[nikki4982]

You should make that and post it in here.

[faninor]

:lol: You should make that and post it in here.

I tried to figure out how it would go, it's not working yet.

[nikki4982]

Dang. *waits patiently for "Ordinary Freak" by Our Lady Chair... Silver Lady Peace? Silvadyair???* Hmm. I'm not creative.

[afealicious]

OLD THREAD REVIVAL TIME!

well, as funnily revelant to both bands as the title was, i got an email today saying that Ordinary Freak was accepted into our school's yearly creative writing publication. only 10 of about 350 make it. soooo, i'm really happy.

now get working on that medley!

[saman]

congratulations jen!