Hank walks away, shifting his tie to the left a bit. The sunset is one to remember. The kind that comes on a day like this of which you would not expect. Blinding light of warmth slowly making way to the cooling chill of the moonrays.

He tipped his hat, pulled up the collar of his trench and walked on. Away he goes from that spot. One would never have thought it was possible for him to be standing there for up to a month or two. Peculiar as it was. He did it and he did not question it. For he was Hank. He knew why he did it, as much as it didn't make sense even to him. Just like the previous sentence. It didn't make sense but he knew whyit was written. Don't ask.

As usual he crossed the road disregarding the traffic laws. Who cared about it anyway. Especially not him. Not after what he'd been through. My god, it was atrocious. Now I wonder why that word was use, 'atrocious'. Moving on, his thoughts was still at that spot. As this point he realised that even tho he finally moved away from that same spot ; he shivers as he says that word, 'spot' happens when you've ben through what he had; the spot was buried in him. Well then again, not the spot exactly but the reason why he was on that spot in the first place. Bothered him it did, but he was happy that he was moving away.

He paused at this point, and looked at the window of the flower shop. No, he wasn't peering through it. He was looking. Being a narcissist he still wasn't convinced his tie was straight and his hat was tipped downwards proper. He loved pulling this look and after being at that spot for a long time, he wanted to look right. As mentioned a narcissist.

He continued motion, hands in his trench pocket this time feeling and looking (he thought he did) good. Oh the burden was still there, he didn't want it to go away. He would do something about it. He MUST or so he felt. Damn it's starting to drizzle. Bugger! Oh well home would be good he felt. He closed his eyes, thought of home and that's where he was the next second. He chged washed up, and headed to bed. (Oh yea, he thought of the spot one last time before transpotting back home, and he thought of it again before the next word)

End