Torn-up Town

[The town (sigh). Lorde IS something else. And yeah, I crave a different kind of buzz, as well.]

Lidia heaved the bag on her shoulders and walked the steep slope uphill. The bag felt like dead-weight to her, even though it contained nothing but a bottle of half-filled water and a sweatshirt. She wore a grey jumpsuit, though the weather was quite warm. Tiny beads of crystal formed on her forehead, and shone brightly under the gleaming fireball, which was hiding partially behind a great cotton.

The town generated only a soft buzz, a constant low humming. It was ignored by Lidia. And it was almost unmoving, as if time had stopped there, unwillingly.

Turned to Look back at the way she came, Lidia saw the tarmac road she walked on ran long, dark in color, sturdy in shape. It went soldier straight, on and on, packed in between houses of the same fashion.

She had to walk since the bus seldom came at desired time. And she dreaded waiting alone at the bus stop, because she would start to think of many different things that bother her. 

There she walked, eyes fixed on the endless path. There she listened, ears focused on the surroundings, but heard nothing except the soft buzz.

The suburban town was practically dead, almost everyone was working in the city. The elderly and infants were at a sleep; teenagers like her, were either curled up in their rooms playing video games, or looking at nothing in particular while also thinking about nothing.

It was a bored old town, not a bit cheerful or lively. Everyday would be another iteration of the same routine, running over and over by the same group of people. What better thing should she do today, Lidia thought of that question every single morning.

There, Lidia halted.

The roar of the bus engine.

She ran, despite the sore in her legs, and the burden on her shoulder.

Finally, she could leave the town, even just for a little while. Free from the ever constant.