"My cat is dead" Jo mumbled to himself. Nobody answered, not that Jo was expecting anybody to. Anybody or anything for that matter. He would often just talk, just let the words come out of his mouth, it was not just the loneliness. He feared that if he lived in silence for too long he would forget what words sounded like all together. However this had to stop,animals would not sit next to him in restaurant or share a taxi after a night out.
The leaves were flying around. Leaving the ground, flying away, like Anna did three years ago. But the leaves don't leave a letter, Anna did not leave a letter, but a card. "I will miss you". Four words. Not even a number. Jo was all alone, he was getting used to it. Not that he liked the situation he was in, but one can get used to bad thing too.
The bench was cold. He had been sitting in the same position for the last twenty minutes, Jo could not move. He was caught between the edge of the bench on his left and some leftovers of a Big Mac meal on the other side. He tried to move the burger, but it was stuck- almost imprinted on the bench. More than Jo was. He wished he could imprint his image in to peoples minds,he wished he got more then a quick glance.
Shoes moving in different directions, people saying "HI", hugging, exchanging words, waiting for the green light, walking on red, chewing, having sips of coffee, hands shaking, laughing, kissing, holding hands, bumping into each other, running, crying, eating. Glances is all that Jo expected. However amongst all those empty stares Jo felt that something was about to change. He thought of all those tacky yet strangely reassuring quotes: " Turn your life around", "Why not today?", " Be the change you want to see in the world" and " Life is either a daring adventure or nothing". Suddenly Oprah, Ellen and Martha were getting through to him.
