Random

-He walks through the darkened campus, the artificial yellow falling and forgotten on the concrete. He counts the lonely bikes on the nike racks and scrutinizes the dull light bouncing weakly off the handle bars. He stops at a rack that holds two wheels bent sideways, but no bike. As he stands there, he kicks himself, I should of brought my camera. He squats down and takes out a cigarette, becoming lost in thought, he inhales deeply. It’s only six, but the sun’s been absent for at least an hour. The campus appears to be dead, one or two students make their way through the lonely quads and stairways, vanishing in the distance. A rattling rises from behind. A girl, wearing some kind of skirt, dragging her bike. ‘She must be in a sorrority’ he thinks. Not his type. As she pulls the bike up to the rack, he notices the oil smudged bottom of the skirt, stuck to the bike’s chain. She pulls on it, tearing it a bit and knocking of the chain. “Shit,” she exclaims utterly vexed, she looks around, and then makes her way to Taper Hall. ‘Funny,’ he thinks,’she didn’t even notice me,’ not that he ever considered himself someone worth noticing. When the campus is bustling with life and the crowds cloud the little things, he very well understands and expects to be unnoticed, but when silence had fallen on the stretch from Kaprelian Hall to Troy, he’d think it’d be different. He watches the lingering smoke as it laces it’s way through the light and the trees. As he gets up and puts out his cigarette, the bike again catches his attention. He stands there, ‘well,’ he thinks,’I notice.’ He walks over to the bike rack and squats next to the bike with the loose chain. He puts the chain back on without any effort and stands it straight up, instead of slouched on the two lonely side way bent wheels, as the sorrority girl had left it. He looks at his smudged hands and smiles. As he lights his cigarette, he vanishes in the distance.