Shiny brand-new brogues teamed with a pair of worn-out dark denim pants, which seemed to have seen better days, and a faded graphic hoodie; a peculiar combination to begin with and his nervous walk on the busiest street of Manhattan made his discomfort quite evident.
He quickly combed the vicinity with a disconcerting look, before diverting his gaze to a reflection in the dirty pothole below- his head looked like a medieval cowl-donning monk who had been transported to modern day New York through some evil sorcery trick.
The thought amused him briefly, but as he trudged towards the building ahead a faint trepidation crept in his heart, “Damn, doing the laundry after last night’s bar hopping was a terrible idea…. how do I avoid the boss today?”
Written for Sonya of Only 100 Words’ #3LineTales.
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