Snippet #1825450

Harlen made his way down the street, a small, annoying thought popped in the back of his mind.

Maybe I should make him blonde...

Harlen shakes his head, must be his imagination acting up again. Continuing on his walk, he makes his way down to the small convenient store and strolled on in.

"Good morning, Mr. Harlen, sir." The store owner says from behind the counter.

"The usual my good man." Harlen tips his hat off and leans against the counter, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and waits for his carton of cigarettes. The store owner comes back with a carton of Marlboro Cigarettes and rings him up. Harlen grabs his change, putting it in his black leather wallet and tips his hat towards the store owner.

"See you next week, Carl." He flips his zippo open and puts the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it and walking out of the store. Making his way down the alley way, it opens up to a busy street and across was the beach. He takes note of the beautiful blue sky and walks across the street. Reaching the beach, his combat boots sink into the sand and he starts thinking about the dream again, wondering if it meant anything.

Of course, it could just be his strange symptoms of paranoia... He was always worried about small things, almost tendencies of OCD. He shrugged, taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it out, his blue eyes scanning the beach. Kids screeched across the sand as the water hit their legs, and teenagers wandered down the beach. A couple walks by, holding hands and sharing Eskimo kisses.

Harlen scoffs and lets his cigarette fall and he steps on it.

Love....

He rolls his eyes and chews on the inside of his cheek, lost in thought. His eyes slowly wander and lock on a woman and a flash of his dream comes into his mind and he blinks hard to get it out of his mind.

Just a dream.

He presses his palms into his eyes, he must be tired. Yes... That's it. His hands drop to his sides and he lights another cigarette.