Stolen Worlds - Prolouge
Down the street, to the left. See the sloppy heart with the two footprints on either side in the concrete. Exactly 13 steps forward. Turn right. 5 steps forward. 7 left. And two to my right.
The booth was torn and burnt, one side of it on the floor several feet away. bits of plaster were littering the floor, and the walls were down to their molding. Sitting down on the frayed and broken leather booth, I looked around. It was hard to recall how things were before. Closing my eyes, I gave up my senses. I didn't want to feel the burnt leather stabbing my leg, or hear the sirens and the crying on the street. I hated to smell the gun fire and decay, taste the smoke, or see the wreckage that was what was left of the world. Before the war.
Instead I saw the dark walls of the café, my best friend and my dad talking and smiling. I could smell the spices and the strong coffee. I could feel the smooth wood beneath my fingers and the cold leather on my legs. I could hear laughter and music. A