Everyone knows that it was baking, you could feel the heat manifest as looks of disgust and exhaustion in the eyes of everyone you passed.
“Tel how can you look so cool in this heat” James asked dumbfounded as he past by his home and caught him just running out the door. He was always surprised by Tel’s ability to look unaffected by the heat that seemed to bake everyone as they spoke.
“Sorry I am jetting, got to see a man about a job.” Tel said as he rushed past his friend. James wasn’t one to let a question go unanswered. He was the kid who in third grade would ask the same question from 20 different angles until his teacher Mrs. Robinsion instituted a rule saying that he could only ask three questions. That rule would stick for three more years.
Tel always knew James as the answer man. Usually he wouldn’t have minded talking for a but he had to go and even though he had faired the heatwave better than most he didn’t want to stay in the sun longer than he had too. One of the ways he kept cool was always being in the shade whenever possible. He knew with certainty James would follow, he had always been kind of like that lost puppy you saw around the neighbourhood who was always searching for something.
“Come on what’s the rush, I am bored as hell, you mind if I tag along.” James asked while brushing the sweat from his brow as Tel looked immune to the onslaught from the heat. “Fine let’s go but follow my lead and the rule is a go until we finish.”
James knew what that meant, he had to keep his questions to a minimal until later. He was a questioner, many found that trait annoying as hell but he knew it was also his strength. The two of them got in Tel’s ride a sweet Civic that had been modded to hell and back again. It was the one ride in town that no one could ignore and everyone lusted after.
Tel’s real name was nuts, Telemachos. Who the hell names their kid that, out of all things. Few could pronounce it so we all called him Tel. It stuck and that is who he has always been. A guy of contradiction he was a total geek but was considered cool in school. How he managed that feat was a story for another day.
The above is just something I wrote on my blackberry. It is random and is kind of like how I think a novel is written, full of exposition. I am not sure what my voice is as a writer in this context since I fear what writing something like that would entail but this is the start of finding out. I need to develop my usage of language and the flow but I thought I would try it out. There are errors all over but I am on my phone so sue me.
I have said this before but I think I will continue to tell this story over time. I want to develop it and see where it goes. I hope it will get longer over time but for now this will have to do.
If anyone has feedback I could use all the help I can get.
I am not a writer by trade or training, by thought or hope but I am someone who has a story to tell and that is a good place to start as any.
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