Sketch Week 2, # 1

Birds cover the brownish yellow grass chirping and squawking loudly. All of a sudden as I look at my computer as a noise erupts and as all the birds fly away at once. All black, all silent except for the sound of they’re wings. I can see bobby sitting on a rock and curtain walking up the street in an almost neon orange coat. A man walks up the street and then does a wacky limp run thing. Bobby doesn’t know but he is being approached, by a slow waking bird, that is mostly brown with a few white feathers. It was the size of a pair and nibbling at some leftover crumbs on the grass. The flow of cars has not changed. They are still coming at the same rate. Now my fingers are so cold I can barley type. I look over out of the pagoda and realize I am in the center of town. I can see 12 businesses across the street on my left and nine houses on my right. The town hall is behind me and a wired churchlike building is on in front of me. I walk over and sit6 on a bench with an air soft BB under it. I look into the college café and see ant blue tables and chares. It is 2:21 so I still have nine minutes. I look back to the pagoda and the birds are back. My hands are so cold I can barley type so I start to head back.