14 April 2012
Elliot had been waiting patiently, leaning against some old brickwork, leg propped up against the wall, minding his own business, when the most peculiar thing happened. He had only been ignoring everything around him as he zoned out, staring gloomily at the tracks as his mind went blank, when a sudden, heavy thud hit his toes. He had gasped out of shock, leaping into the air as his arms stretched out on either side of him, looking remarkably like wobbly strands of jelly, before collapsing back onto the wall he had been leaning against. Panting heavily, he took a few seconds to calm himself, and peered over his sunglasses to see if anyone had witnessed this spectacle. Nobody had, it appeared. Good.
Gritting his teeth, he looked down in annoyance to see what had happened and stared with mouth open at the small, thin, cylindrical object resting gently against his trainers. Elliot picked up the pencil that had appeared at this feet with curiosity, at first merely to inspect it with the intention of keeping it to be used later, but the longer he held onto the star sequinned pencil, the less he wanted to let go.
Let go then.
Let go.
Now.
After what seemed a few minutes, and alot of convincing, he looked up blindly, his eyes blurry and dry from staring so intensely, and saw the departure board with a stab of guilt and panic as he realised that he had been standing holding a pencil for nearly an hour.
What the?
He tucked the chewed pencil into his pocket, and continued to stare at the board, willing it to correct itself just for him, but was quite unaware that in his pocket, his fingers were still curled around the mischievous little pencil that would haunt him for a great deal of time to come.
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