Hello there, world. You have been sadly abandoned as of late.

But I decided to grace you with my words long enough to bring you this.

For this exercise, I chose Charity and David, two of my main characters from Underground, which is mid-gigantic overhaul as we speak.

So here you are! Enjoy!



The bell on the café door rang as they stepped inside. The lady behind the counter looked on with curiosity at their motley crew, but didn’t ask any questions, only gave them a menu and told them to take as much time as they needed.
David skimmed the menu, and tried not to wince.
“Not enough for us to eat, too?” Charity said, softly.
“No.” David was under the weight of that old feeling again, of being one hundred instead of eighteen. “But coffee is really cheap. That should keep us going. You want one?”
Charity wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like coffee. It’s so bitter.”
David shrugged. “At least it’s something in your stomach. And it’s all we can afford.”
Charity nodded reluctantly and they were soon seated at an isolated table in a corner of the small café, drinking their coffee and reflecting on how their lives had changed.
Charity forced herself to have a sip of the dark, bitter brew. “I guess it is good to have something.”
David smiled wanly. “Told you.” He put his cup down and looked out the window with a sigh.
Charity did her best to balance Azure on her lap as she fed her the bottle of milk. “What’s wrong, David.”
“What isn’t wrong? We’ve dragged two kids out in the middle of nowhere, we have no jobs, no home, no food, and we’re out of money. “How are we going to survive?”
As David picked up his head to meet her gaze, Charity could practically see his hair graying. His shoulders were slumped like he was a very old man, and her heart ached for him.
“God didn’t take us this far to abandon us.”
David rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes.
“I sure hope you’re right.”

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