pointless story

it was one of those days where the idleness pervaded everything. it was in the surrounding appartment buildings whose open doors and windows hinted at other life but showed nothing. it seeped through clouds that had long ago amassed overhead but never got around to actually raining. it was a mild tangible ache in my body that pushed against any attempt at movement until i gave up and just lay there. only the birds still fought it, and their calls mixed with the intermittent rumble of a passing car to create the afternoon's lazy music.

ryan sat on the edge of the porch where the concrete met the uncut grass, pulling absentmindedly at the long green strands. occasionally he would rip some up and toss it aside and it would flutter softly back to earth. he gave me a lopsided look over his shoulder, brown eyes squinting slightly.

i could feel my skin grow slowly hotter, the warning discomfort of a sunburn that was already unavoidable, even in the odd half-light of the grey afternoon. "damn uv rays," i thought and shifted slightly on the deck chair. i had started to reflect on how often i was at odds with the world when i noticed ryan still looking at me. his long fingers looked strangly useless where they now lay quietly.

something unspoken must have passed between us then, because the next minute we were up, tripping over our motion as we ran headlong into the rising wind.