I haven't posted in a while... I'll get better about that. This is another one of my older stories. It's short a bit on the short side.

 She sat on a lonely cliff and stared at the dark sky, scanning it for some sign of the sun. The wind howled and the air was bitter cold, but she didn’t seem to notice. The sky was pitch black but, thankfully, there were other ways to count time during the long cold night. The idea of her getting off of sunrise-cliff to ask a time-keeper would have been laughable had she considered it. Her eyes never left the dark horizon, she never even blinked. If she did then there was a possibility she might miss the sun’s appearance, or even worse, it would never appear at all.

You may walk through the city, amidst the roar of car engines and the waves of conversation that wash over you as you pass. With each step you take, your feet slap against cold hard concrete, passing stores and houses. Everything so familiar that you may not even see it at all.

If you walk through the city one day, you may see a young man sitting on a bench. He'll seem fairly average, his tattered clothes and worn backpack telling of hard times, but there's something about him that will draw and hold your attention, pulling you towards him.