Jordan could hear the cold wind howl, but it seemed distant and far away to him. With the warmth radiating off of Sara and the thickness of her sweater along with the clothes she had gotten him, he found himself feeling comfortable. Morning proliferated the world above him. Jordan could see the sunlight, but in the depth of the pocket, where he lay was only dank.
Sara’s heavy footfalls vibrated and shook his fabric cage as she walked down the sidewalk. Morning birds chirped, and he heard her greet a few people she passed on her way. Otherwise, it was the silence that Jordan heard.
“We’re here!” Sara spoke, her voice cutting through the silence. The constant swaying motion of the sweater pocket, the beating of her purse against the cardigan halted. Looking upward, Jordan first saw Sara’s hand, and then her eyes looked down at him. A smile was on her face. That was the moment Jordan realized she didn’t know. She didn’t see the torment she caused, the fear he felt. A sense of overwhelming inferiority as he looked up at her. A dread welled inside of him as he wondered if this was indeed what his life would become.
“Oh, my goodness. Why so glum? It was just a short walk, and I can’t draw attention to you right now. Just sit tight a couple more minutes.” Sara said down to Jordan before watching her eyes avert away and rhythmic walking resume.
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