PandaGoddess

There was a leak in the cell. It dripped an incessant stream of dirty water down the wall and onto the floor, creating a yellowish, rippling puddle. The workmen tried way too hard to fix this leak. They poked at it and dabbed at it and filled it with things. It never stopped dripping, no matter how much spackle they shoved into it. The sound irritated the officers. The constant patter of water on the concrete echoed in the cell, so they would stop their conversations and hiss profanity under their breath. The sound also irritated the medics, the ANBU and the council. It put everyone in a terrible mood. In no way did this leak irritate you,

There was a line where the sidewalk met your front walkway. It was a division between rough, gray, contaminated concrete and the smoothed, white, well-swept slate. And he never crossed that line. But he was there every day, smiling and waving at you, and you had trouble figuring all that out. You would wave back and he'd just smile and stare at you for a few more seconds before making his way back down the quiet side street that your house sat upon. It was pleasant and unnerving. You liked the young man, from the way his only visible eye brought on thoughts of clear ocean water, and the way his smile would speak of such an unsaid happiness t