Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
October 30th, 6:07PM, 1999
Benton Public Library
It's a quiet evening, the last shreds of the setting sun casting the heavy clouds pink and gold beyond the trees on the western horizon.
The brightest lights are the warm yellows behind the library windows and spilling from the doors, the harsher flourescents of Craig's Burgers (a sign for Whataburger peels to reveal that name; Craig didn't quite crack the franchise problem).
A few local highschoolers and nightshift workers sit on the benches outside the restaurant, and a few kids on the steps of the library, and a low murmur of conversation is underlined by chirping crickets. The only other buildings nearby are closed stores and private homes testament to the slapdash layout of the town.
A friday night like any other.
Benton Public Library
It's a quiet evening, the last shreds of the setting sun casting the heavy clouds pink and gold beyond the trees on the western horizon.
The brightest lights are the warm yellows behind the library windows and spilling from the doors, the harsher flourescents of Craig's Burgers (a sign for Whataburger peels to reveal that name; Craig didn't quite crack the franchise problem).
A few local highschoolers and nightshift workers sit on the benches outside the restaurant, and a few kids on the steps of the library, and a low murmur of conversation is underlined by chirping crickets. The only other buildings nearby are closed stores and private homes testament to the slapdash layout of the town.
A friday night like any other.