Speaker: 3rd Person
Characters: Keely, Kenneth
Word Count: 299
Dammit. Cock sucking, dammit.
Keely wandered the streets downtown her arms hugged tight around her, her body trembling, her stomach growling with a hunger she'd forgotten.
Shit fucking, dammit. GOD!
She stopped and touched her forehead.
Get yourself together, Keely. Calm down. It's okay. You're okay. Fuck.
"You all righ'?"
Keely looked up into the eyes of a young man, thirty at the most. He was tall, and thin with mangy dark hair and a thick Scottish accent.
"I'm... I'm fine."
He'd just exited the hardware store with an large box under one arm marked "FRAGILE" in big black letters.
"You sure?" He asked. There was a kindness in his face.
"How did you--?"
"Mum's a fortune teller."
Keely half laughed. "So you're, what? part psychic?"
"Well... sor' of." He smiled, "the truth is, t'aint such thing a psychic. Everabodies a psychic... anybody's a psychic. It's a skill, no' a talent. You learn it."
"That's ridiculous." At least she was smiling. "How can you learn to read people's minds."
"Body language." He grinned. A warm grin. A Phil grin.
Keely shook her head, and looked around. "I should..." She searched for some words to speak, "I don't know what I should do."
"What?" She looked up.
"You need tea. Always calms me nerves. Come on. I've found this wonderful little place on the corner, s'called 'Molly's.' They Make a mean cup a'tea."
"I don't know... I should probably..."
She thought for a moment, then said, with all honesty, "I should probably eat something." She laughed.
"I'm Keely, by the way," she said of a sudden as they walked up the street.
"Kenneth." He put out his hand to shake hers.
"You're new in town?" She asked.
"Jus' moved in this week."