Mitchell's Mustard Blog

July 5, 2018

A Together Man

Filed under: A Little Something, Random — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — mitchellsmustard @ 2:09 pm

He walked, walked at his own pace. A stride that oozes confidence and patience. A together man. The soles of his shoes clapped the cobbles of Rose Crescent and echoed up the shop facades. His navy suit perfectly tailored, his trouser hems gently kissing the top of his Italian leather shoes. A crisp white shirt complemented by a burgundy tie, a colour pop some would say. All surrounded by a grey cashmere overcoat. This was a man who put thought into his appearance. A man who turned heads.

   He made his way across the market square, accompanied by the upbeat melodies of The Rolling Stones from his mp3 player. Smiling and acknowledging the good morning pleasantries from the passing traders, he never knew their names, but he was used to seeing them on a daily basis. The sun was shining on this early September morning, everyone milling around the city seemed in good spirits. From an outsiders view, it probably looked like a good morning.  

   As he approached the lift in the multi-story car park the door started to close, he could make it if he dashed but he wasn’t the kind of man who rushed. Luckily a young blonde woman saw him and held the door, he thanked her with a nod and smile. The scent of his aftershave delicately danced around the lift, a sweet yet warm scent. He checked his hair and face in the mirrored lift door, nothing was out of place, nothing ever was.

   He made it to the open roof top floor, as the doors opened his scent was overpowered and his reflection was gone. Stepping out he made his way across the car park, no hesitation, no need to rush. His vintage Jaguar was parked in the far corner, his pride and joy which was parked in the same spot everyday. As he reached his car he paused and looked out over the city rooftops into the distance, a beautiful view. He loved this city.         

   He removed his glasses, placed them down on the bonnet of his car gently as not to scratch both. Slipped out of his overcoat, took his time to fold it neatly and placed it next to his glasses. Looked out into the distance again and smiled, at peace.

   “No more” he whispered to himself.

 

And jumped.

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