drip..
"Heh"
drip..
Saar lazily opens his muddy eyes.
drip...
drip..
"Almost filled... "
drip.. ..drip..drip
He picks up an old bucket.
clank.. ptak.. psshh~
"That's another for ya... "
clank~
"Ai! " sighs Saar.
He returns and jumps on his bed again.
creak~
drip.. drip..
"Fuck.. "Saar cursed indifferently.
He stares up for a long time before closing his eyes. The weird silence looms in the damp room. The sound of slow breathing is heard again along with the soft hypnotic sound of leaking rain water from the roof. He slowly drifts to his own thoughts.
The storm gets stronger with time and eventually the old double-hung window panels creak. He wonders when it'll eventually stop, maybe hours with the pace it's going.
His eyelids tremble and opens them again and sight fell on the broken clock which stopped ticking. He didn't repair it because it costs more than buying a new one. But he bought a radio no matter the cost.
He extends his left hand to turn on the radio over the poor excuse of a table.
".. e till tomorrow morning while it'll slow down after midnight. Rain this time is heavier than usual in Cliffport and the streets are getting flooded in most outskirts where drainage system is not properly manoeuvred making it blocked. The downtown area is affected too. It is predicted to rain again from tomorrow evening although the intensity would be low. But it is good news for farmers in the surrounding rural areas because the rain is going to be mild but lengthy making the soil perfect for growing rice this year... "
The female reporter speaks which sounds kind of high-pitched because of the low quality speaker.
"Hoohh.. Rain~ rain~ go~ away~, come again~ during the day~... so~ I can sleep someway~"Saar murmurs silently.
He would have fallen asleep if not for the new hole on the roof which keeps leaking. It's bound to be a sleepless night.
"It's cold today"
He tilts his head sideways then lifts his frail looking body off. He opens the trunk placed in the corner of the room and yanks up a worn out but clean blanket.
Sarr is 17 years old this year. He tops at 5'9". His malnourished body looks thin which is further highlighted by his baggy and loose t-shirt. His pale blue shoulder length scattered hairs almost cover up his eyes. In streets at a glance you would find him to be the same as any other pedestrians but that is only until one stares deep into his eyes.
His deep blue iris which resembles deep ocean and black pupil which resembles black hole is mesmerizing but is easily overlooked due to his too ordinary outlook even though his hair colour is also out of the ordinary.
He slowly carries the blanket and covers himself up with it after laying over.
"Now it's alright"He said and looks up at the roof which is flickering due to the candlelight.
The sound of radio overshadows everything though he hardly is listening anymore.
drip...
"Life is a lie, Death is truth.
I wonder if it is possible to challenge the eternal truth and make life the truth and achieve immortality and Lord over it.
Heh, wishful fantasy"