Scrawny fingers slightly tapped the rugged bench, the nonrhythmic tip-tap of man sold to frustration and restless thoughts.
Head covered in dusty woolly strands and a tattered toupee danced from side to side, following the unconscious humph from dried lips and edgy feet tapping.
Brown lids and lashes, flicker, close and open,
taking turns to follow the musings of a man stuck between raging world; A man stuck between dead-ends that threatened his existence and robbed him off the entirety of his youth.
He sighed, a sigh so heavy that even the wind reeled in jealousy. His wife and girlfriend were pregnant and not just pregnant- they were sisters.