The Hereafter Club meeting had just wrapped up. Iggy was cleaning up as he often did after their meetings. Between the crap with Alma and her brother, and the death of his parents, the club had kind of become a comfortable place for him. It was a rough start to the year, but things seemed to be looking up. It was a sort of strange 180, he was definitely more out of his shell than he'd ever been at any point in his life.
After he'd finished straightening out the chairs and throwing the trash out he sat down, pulled out his notebook and started writing a bit. Sometimes he would meet up with a few people after club and go somewhere. But there were also days like today. Some nice quiet was doing him some good after all. This was less a poem, and more just phrases he liked. He didn't really have to look and see, but someone was there. He could feel them through his aura. He turned to face them.
"Oh hey, you're still here? Um, what's up?"
@Keen
After he'd finished straightening out the chairs and throwing the trash out he sat down, pulled out his notebook and started writing a bit. Sometimes he would meet up with a few people after club and go somewhere. But there were also days like today. Some nice quiet was doing him some good after all. This was less a poem, and more just phrases he liked. He didn't really have to look and see, but someone was there. He could feel them through his aura. He turned to face them.
"Oh hey, you're still here? Um, what's up?"
@Keen