He looks out the window.
An old man looking out the window.
There’s a quote in there somewhere…but this old man ain’t bright enough to think of one.
So he gazes, stares, looks—tries to find a word that means more than itself, more than the sum of its parts, like stories in books.
Like a Ranger’s blaster, a Ranger’s badge.
He has one, has the other.
They’re both in his coat.
That long, black, dirty, dusty duster…
And in some ways the Ranger’s jacket is like that blaster, like that badge, losing hope.
Have I lost it all already..?
An old man looks out the window.
What does he see?
His past is out there, out in the stars that pass that window by, drifting like salt on a black sky.
Those memories, like that salt, just right, sometimes too much.
They tickle the tongue, make the old man smile.
Then he frowns, creases the creases in his face, old age so vile.
There’s a tear in my eye…if it falls…it falls for you, Aemi…not for me...
The Ranger had already fallen.
Already landed on a new world.
Now he was in the transit tube, in the transport train, gazing out a window, wondering where it all went wrong.
Ah well…
The Ranger sighs, looks away, takes out a bent cigarette, a silver lighter with a black cowboy hat, then spots the ‘No Smoking’ sign.
He sighs—twice now, but an old man’s allowed.
“One more. One last damn Dagger, pardner, and that’s it, that’s all…”
The old man, Zad Ruzed, saw stars pass by once again.
He looked ahead, saw a great white dome, it was big, but the partner beside him came from a world filled with domes.
This ain’t a dome, a Ranger thinks as the city comes closer, grows bigger, soon to gobble him up.
It’s a graveyard…for the last bastard who killed my woman.
And so much else, he knew, but right now his woman was the only one, an old man's only lover.
A Ranger holds a gold badge, a pistol’s hilt, but squeezes one more than the other.
@Sicadorito
An old man looking out the window.
There’s a quote in there somewhere…but this old man ain’t bright enough to think of one.
So he gazes, stares, looks—tries to find a word that means more than itself, more than the sum of its parts, like stories in books.
Like a Ranger’s blaster, a Ranger’s badge.
He has one, has the other.
They’re both in his coat.
That long, black, dirty, dusty duster…
And in some ways the Ranger’s jacket is like that blaster, like that badge, losing hope.
Have I lost it all already..?
An old man looks out the window.
What does he see?
His past is out there, out in the stars that pass that window by, drifting like salt on a black sky.
Those memories, like that salt, just right, sometimes too much.
They tickle the tongue, make the old man smile.
Then he frowns, creases the creases in his face, old age so vile.
There’s a tear in my eye…if it falls…it falls for you, Aemi…not for me...
The Ranger had already fallen.
Already landed on a new world.
Now he was in the transit tube, in the transport train, gazing out a window, wondering where it all went wrong.
Ah well…
The Ranger sighs, looks away, takes out a bent cigarette, a silver lighter with a black cowboy hat, then spots the ‘No Smoking’ sign.
He sighs—twice now, but an old man’s allowed.
“One more. One last damn Dagger, pardner, and that’s it, that’s all…”
The old man, Zad Ruzed, saw stars pass by once again.
He looked ahead, saw a great white dome, it was big, but the partner beside him came from a world filled with domes.
This ain’t a dome, a Ranger thinks as the city comes closer, grows bigger, soon to gobble him up.
It’s a graveyard…for the last bastard who killed my woman.
And so much else, he knew, but right now his woman was the only one, an old man's only lover.
A Ranger holds a gold badge, a pistol’s hilt, but squeezes one more than the other.
@Sicadorito
