Inspiration From a Painting
Jul. 30th, 2025 10:38 am
It's a summer day in Gotham, one of those days where the sidewalk is hot enough to fry an egg and you pray for a breeze to blow a cloud over your head for some blessed shade. They don't have AC in their apartment, so he's outside with no shirt on and his pants rolled up past his knees. His mom had handed him a sandwich and sent him out with ruffle of her hand in his curls and a warning "don't get sunburnt!" He'd picked the layers of the ham and cheese sandwich apart, eating the slice of cheese first, then the cold pieces of ham, and now all he's left with is the bread. He's nibbled down one slice to the corner, not so much hungry as he is bored, but too hot and sweaty to go find anything else more interesting to do. He's kicked his shoes off, a pair of cheap foam flip-flops that are bound to fall apart any day now, the thong threatening to pop out of the hole in the sole from use. He tries not to move his feet too much; the ground is hot where his feet haven't already shaded it, and he finds himself wishing for rain, a reversal of the week before when it rained three days in a row and he was trapped in the apartment, bored the whole time. Maybe later he’ll go back up to the apartment and get some of the dollar bills he has hidden under his dresser and walk down the street to the corner store and buy a box of popsicles, and spend the rest of the afternoon staining his tongue in a rainbow of colors, but right now the thought of walking up through the heatbox of a stairwell sounds like too much work, so he’ll stay here and pick at his bread, at least until the pigeons spot him and come to beg for his crumbs.