It was a simple thing. A teddy bear lay upon the park bench, listing lazily over the edge at its filth covered end. The rain drizzling, silently soaking into the toy’s fur. It waited patiently for its master to return. It would wait forever if it could. It was a simple thing. With one crack of thunder, the sound gave the bear one final push to the trash littered puddle.
Sage calmly sipped his tea as he waited. The coffee shop was open, warm, and welcoming but not a soul dared to venture out into the storm. Tomorrow was to be a parade or so he heard. It wasn’t his choice really, the women on the bus announced their life stories so well he might as well have sat in on a whole production.
He cringed as the liquid touched his lips. This was not tea. It was a fabrication, something with ‘enhanced’ flavor. Calling it tea was a travesty at best. He let it slide down this throat anyway. No one made it like they used to. No one had time, always busy with endless nothings