The Square [Timtab]
May 31, 2012 21:18:34 GMT -5
Post by Sheena on May 31, 2012 21:18:34 GMT -5
It was dark by the time Eyal finished working, like it always was. His muscles were aching and his clothes soaked through in sweat. The sun had not been friendly and there was little shade offered by the trees being cut down at the edge of the vast forest. To make matters worse, the air had been heavy and humid; it sometimes felt hard to breath. The temperature was unseasonably high, but the night offered some relief. The air was still mildly humid, but the heat of the sun was no more.
Eyal wore gloves while he worked if he was lucky to get a pair before they were gone. This was one of those days and he now freed his hands from their sweaty prison. He figured he must smell as bad as the other men around him, but then it wasn't necessarily a worry that anyone within the district particularly had. Their minds were primarily focused on their hunger, and, oh, was Eyal hungry. The amount of work that they were expected to do with the amount of food available to them was ridiculous, but Eyal rarely complained. If he did, it was usually in the form of a joke anyway. Luckily, food only had to be split between his dad and himself, so he never starved like some others within the district were known to do.
He was unsure if his dad had left for home or not yet. Eyal knew there would be half a sirloin and a plain bun waiting for him when he got home though, in any case. The strained silence that always occurred between the two when they were alone was often too much to bear, so Eyal often took his time getting home, regardless of his hunger. This night was no exception and Eyal took the 'scenic' route. Instead of following the majority of other men, he took a walk through the square.
At this time of night, most people were in their homes, exhausted, hungry, and ready for sleep to rest for the same thing on the following day. Fatigue was a permanent part of Eyal's life, so a little sleep deprivation didn't mean much. The district square was empty for the most part, though a few people still remained. Most were walking at a fast pace, with a purpose, but some, like Eyal, seemed to mosey. Some, aimlessly.
The middle of the district held a fountain. At one point, it must have been beautiful with water flowing constantly. There was no water in it anymore. Eyal walked to the fountain and sat on its edge, sighing heavily. It was good to sit after spending hours on his feet cutting trees ad hauling logs. He closed his eyes.
Eyal wore gloves while he worked if he was lucky to get a pair before they were gone. This was one of those days and he now freed his hands from their sweaty prison. He figured he must smell as bad as the other men around him, but then it wasn't necessarily a worry that anyone within the district particularly had. Their minds were primarily focused on their hunger, and, oh, was Eyal hungry. The amount of work that they were expected to do with the amount of food available to them was ridiculous, but Eyal rarely complained. If he did, it was usually in the form of a joke anyway. Luckily, food only had to be split between his dad and himself, so he never starved like some others within the district were known to do.
He was unsure if his dad had left for home or not yet. Eyal knew there would be half a sirloin and a plain bun waiting for him when he got home though, in any case. The strained silence that always occurred between the two when they were alone was often too much to bear, so Eyal often took his time getting home, regardless of his hunger. This night was no exception and Eyal took the 'scenic' route. Instead of following the majority of other men, he took a walk through the square.
At this time of night, most people were in their homes, exhausted, hungry, and ready for sleep to rest for the same thing on the following day. Fatigue was a permanent part of Eyal's life, so a little sleep deprivation didn't mean much. The district square was empty for the most part, though a few people still remained. Most were walking at a fast pace, with a purpose, but some, like Eyal, seemed to mosey. Some, aimlessly.
The middle of the district held a fountain. At one point, it must have been beautiful with water flowing constantly. There was no water in it anymore. Eyal walked to the fountain and sat on its edge, sighing heavily. It was good to sit after spending hours on his feet cutting trees ad hauling logs. He closed his eyes.