Sigh...
"Why does time feel so fast nowadays?" Rony muttered, leaning on the river guardrail with his elbow, cigarette in hand, watching the water ripple.
He sucked on his cheap cigarette with a depressed look on his face. Sigh... "I really need to stop smoking," he said, but continued to puff on it.
Squeak... Squeak... Squeak...
A funny sound, like footsteps, came closer to Rony.
"Emo uncle, what are you looking at?"
Rony looked down at a little girl, around 6 or 7 years old, wearing a baggy brown furry costume with rabbit ears on the hood.
She was holding iced tea with both hands, slurping while staring straight at the river.
"What costume is this? A rabbit? Why is it brown? So ugly." Rony asked.
The little girl looked at Rony with a displeased expression. "Your skin is brown too!"
Rony's lips twitched at hearing that. 'you mean I'm ugly? And what do you mean, emo uncle? Am I emo? Am I an uncle? Do I look that old?'
Rony held his cheap cigarette in his mouth, took out a folding knife like a hairbrush, and, using the shiny guardrail as a mirror, started brushing his messy hair.