“Lost…” Calvin scrunched up his nose, causing small lines to form around both his nose and his eyes, giving him the appearance of a young Chihuahua. Calvin did not enjoy that word in the slightest; to be lost, it was such a frightening notion. Where did the lost end up? In the same place his favorite computer case had ended up he imagined- wherever that was; he had yet to locate them in the messy apartment he shared with his best mate, and his beloved friend-who-was-a-girl. No, Calvin wasn’t lost; he was taking a detour while on his way to his office.
This change of perspective immediately brightened the look in the young lad’s eyes, and allowed him to hum (Calvin often opted to hum in a rather peculiar way; he would combine both humming and speaking, creating an odd hybrid) a familiar tune as he walked down another long hall without a care in the world.
There was no place like the Ministry, after all.
“Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh, NUH NUH!” He rounded a corner with his old converse sneakers sliding smoothing along the recently polished floors.
Oh, what a dreadful combination that was; Calvin plus incredibly slippery floors most certainly equaled an injury- and surely enough, as the man took another wide step, his feet refused to remain flat against the floor. “Duh nuh nuh nuh – naaaaaaoof!” he exclaimed with his long, twig-like arms flailing about, but there was nothing that could have prevented his fall at that point and time.
There was a loud, painful smack!
“Owey, owey, owey…” he whispered and blew a strand of hair out of his eyes, lying flat on his stomach in the center of an empty hallway. “Batman!” he whimpered the end of the song, his voice sounding quite pitiful.
by Calvin S. Ransom Sat Apr 16, 2011 3:28 am
