Everything starts somewhere

The day started with Xavier eating his stale bread. The ever-present green mold growing in the breads corners as he sat alone at the end of the table in the shabby 'dining hall'. He ate this same meal at least 3 times a week. A piece of bread, usually with less mold than without thankfully, and some sort of soup or stew. However, at least once a week, normally on Sundays, he would go to St. Magdalene's and partake in the evening supper that was held and offered for free to people like Xavier. It was getting to be 2 o'clock and he had yet to do anything with his day but eat. This was usually the case. After finishing up lunch Xavier left SK to see what could be scraped up for the day. He sat outside of Old Johnny's for about an hour and made $4.87.


A few hours later Xavier took an unusual stroll through the more fortunate part of town. Xavier was never a very materialistic man, however, at the sight of some of the buildings and houses of the area, he began to imagine himself inside. Seated at a nice oak dining room set. The smell of a home cooked meal sifting through his nostrils as he sits in the sturdy chair and sees the smiling faces of his close family that he now wishes he still had.

Eventually Xavier makes it back downtown and goes to see his friend who lives in castle apartments. Xavier looks up at the renaissance-esque designs on the eaves of the building, embellishing the building to look much more lavish than it really is. As an on and off tenant, Xavier knows the trials that these intrepid apartments can present and hurries inside before the doorman begins to fuss in his lighthearted way he tends to do with Xavier.

While sipping the traditional Afghan tea that Xavier receives every time he visit, he notices a peculiar new painting hanging on the wall. The painting itself is well sized. Approximately 5 feet by 3 feet, it is hung with no frame but just the canvas. The mostly dark colors of the painting contrast greatly with the rest of the light colored, mostly white apartment. In the painting there is a figure, one cannot tell if it is a man or a woman. They are facing the opposite direction towards what may or may not be the moon. The swirls of a dark yellow mixed with an off white suggest the moon as such.

Xavier walks to the park and feeds the many geese and ducks that reside there during these late summer months, the pond itself is its usual murky blue-green with a few water living plants amongst the gentle waves. It seems a bit dryer than usual, as it has not rained in weeks.  Xavier takes a seat on a bench and quickly drifts to sleep.

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