SauceGoblin
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Jackson Caleb Oakley, to give him his full, professional and Sunday name, or Jack as he now called himself, groaned, his pounding head reminding him he had possibly taken one too many celebratory drinks the night before as the autumn sun poured into the room. He was not, nor ever had been a big drinker, but for his 35th birthday yesterday, he had received the call confirming that his divorce was now complete. And that was a definite reason to celebrate - a bit too much in this instance
Since the split 3 years ago, he had drifted from town to town, staying well away from big cities and the rigours of being the in-demand architect assigned to all the major projects. Nowadays, he took his pencils, paints and easel wherever the feeling took him; never staying in the same town for more than 2 weeks - he had realised that this time frame in any place usually led to folk looking for a bit more detail about him, and he had no intention of revisiting his failed marriage, it belonged exactly where it was, wrapped up in divorce papers, dumped in the trash and left for good in the past, along with his ex-wife and the company CEO she had chosen to have an affair with
Stretching every inch of his 5’ 11” frame he got out of the motel bed and headed to the shower where the steady stream of hot water slowly revitalised his senses. Grabbing clean pants and a pair of jeans he began to dress himself, the t-shirt he reached for was described as salmon in the shop - it was pink, and Leon grinned remembering the conversation he had with the saleswoman about colours, and how ‘salmon really goes with his colouring’ which he never fully understood but she was convincing and the t-shirt was a comfortable fit and definitely went with his all over tanned skin
Now fully dressed he looked at himself in the mirror; not bad for 35, he was not ripped, but at the same time there was no sign of any middle age paunch or moobs trying to creep in on the action, his hair was on the long side and there was a hint of salt and pepper if you looked close enough
Breakfast! There was a diner two blocks away from the motel and he headed there as his stomach growled at him, demanding to be fed. He strode to a corner booth, knowing without looking at the menu that he would be ordering coffee, coffee and more coffee before asking for a stack of pancakes and bacon. Instinctively on seeing some of the people already at tables, he reached for a napkin, and his pencil flew across it, tracing out the twinkle in the eyes of the older lady in the booth opposite, the craggy features of the nose belonging to the man beside her, random parts of interest he would store away and later use if he ever found a muse to take his haphazard thoughts and mould them into something worthwhile painting
He felt, more than saw, somebody at his shoulder looking down at his scribbled sketches …
Since the split 3 years ago, he had drifted from town to town, staying well away from big cities and the rigours of being the in-demand architect assigned to all the major projects. Nowadays, he took his pencils, paints and easel wherever the feeling took him; never staying in the same town for more than 2 weeks - he had realised that this time frame in any place usually led to folk looking for a bit more detail about him, and he had no intention of revisiting his failed marriage, it belonged exactly where it was, wrapped up in divorce papers, dumped in the trash and left for good in the past, along with his ex-wife and the company CEO she had chosen to have an affair with
Stretching every inch of his 5’ 11” frame he got out of the motel bed and headed to the shower where the steady stream of hot water slowly revitalised his senses. Grabbing clean pants and a pair of jeans he began to dress himself, the t-shirt he reached for was described as salmon in the shop - it was pink, and Leon grinned remembering the conversation he had with the saleswoman about colours, and how ‘salmon really goes with his colouring’ which he never fully understood but she was convincing and the t-shirt was a comfortable fit and definitely went with his all over tanned skin
Now fully dressed he looked at himself in the mirror; not bad for 35, he was not ripped, but at the same time there was no sign of any middle age paunch or moobs trying to creep in on the action, his hair was on the long side and there was a hint of salt and pepper if you looked close enough
Breakfast! There was a diner two blocks away from the motel and he headed there as his stomach growled at him, demanding to be fed. He strode to a corner booth, knowing without looking at the menu that he would be ordering coffee, coffee and more coffee before asking for a stack of pancakes and bacon. Instinctively on seeing some of the people already at tables, he reached for a napkin, and his pencil flew across it, tracing out the twinkle in the eyes of the older lady in the booth opposite, the craggy features of the nose belonging to the man beside her, random parts of interest he would store away and later use if he ever found a muse to take his haphazard thoughts and mould them into something worthwhile painting
He felt, more than saw, somebody at his shoulder looking down at his scribbled sketches …
