Red Vapor - Speculative Fiction Authors (librera reader .TXT) 📗

I realized I saw the world a little bit differently from most.

Sometimes I would begin to converse with someone only to have them furrow their brows in confusion and walk away shaking their heads. The strange looks they gave didn't seem to bother me as much as the wisps of colored vapor that trailed after them as they left.

Those vapor trails were of different colors depending on their moods. I had always thought that it was normal, but when I told my parents they thought I was crazy.

Life here in the hanger at Montreal International can be the pits, you know? 

Yea' I know it's weird, but I just like to walk. Besides flying makes my wings hurt and then you could get hit by one of those big metal birds. But the looks… the looks by the Lear Jets; like I'm Baby Huey, or the Spruce Goose, or something.

So I'm a little strange; doesn’t everyone have something that makes them stand out in the crowd. Take this guy in the gray suit over there looking at the passing crowd; to those unaware he looks normal successful without a care in the world, but a closer look reveals his need to stare at ladies shoe. I watched him and wondered.

I sometimes think that I'm the only one who just walks anymore and I just have to wonder why. I suppose it's because the world is moving too fast for us to stop and take the longer path.

And that makes me wonder what gray suit is doing. I'm odd and all, but this guy... What's his obsession with the shoes? Does he have a shoe fetish or are they just interesting to look at?

I think I heard someone say he was looking for the girl in the yellow shoes. Perhaps he is a spy, I ponder, possibly could be a spy for the CIA or