XD;; har kommit fram till att jag nog inte kommer kunna skriva "No Magic Allowed" under Camp Nanowrimo eftersom jag fortsätter peta på den……kommer nog skriva en romans ……typ "Magic Points" då XD;;;

He took a deep breath. The cold and crisp air dried his mouth even more. Coughing out mist he pulled his unoccupied hand against his nose and wiped his hand against his pants. Today he would manage to catch him. He would. He needed to.

Sneezing he wiped his nose again, but this time he forgot that his right hand was supposed to be occupied and the camera slipped out of his lap. It almost hit the roof, but only almost. He managed to catch it before it slid away from him and down the roof.

With a deep sigh that ended in a sniffle Doug stared down at the cobblestoned ground far below. Very far below. If he hadn’t managed to catch his camera it wouldn’t have been much left off it.

A sound startled Doug and he moved his green eyed gaze from the pavement to the street. Could that be him? Could that be Panda? The dim gas street lights suddenly lit up a random automobile that went down the streets. He didn’t like them, but they seemed to have been getting more popular among people lately. Maybe because they were cheaper and more convenient than horse carts nowadays.

The automobile disappeared into the midnight fog almost as quickly as it had appeared. Leaving Doug with only his camera and the silence as company again.
Shaking Dough pulled the camera up against his chest and sneezed. He was so cold, but he couldn’t leave. Not until he had caught Panda. Caught him on a photo. He would wait the entire night if he had to.

Because he was sure that Panda would be here sooner or later. The first time he had happened upon him on accident. Doug had planned a date with the street down below. He was supposed to have jumped off the roof.

The next time he had just been sitting here and now, the third time. He was going to take a photo. As proof that the legend was real.

Dough’s mouth was so dry that his throat hurt. He should’ve brought something to drink but he hadn’t really thought about it when he had sneaked out with his father’s camera. His father would go berserk if he had known about this venture.
Pulling a hand through his hair, Dough sighed and looked down at the camera. His dad wouldn’t be worried about him, he would be worried about the camera. The camera meant more to him.

Moving a strand of hair from his face Doug turned his head, another sound had startled him.

Annons

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December 2018