PITD 16: Stranger

Willis walked slowly along the boulevard of the busy street, enjoying the chilly air and buzz of Saturday morning activity. He had woken up early, not that he had gotten much sleep anyways and had been too restless to go back to sleep. He felt like something was missing, like the missing piece to a puzzle, he felt like a gaping hole was in his chest that needed to be filled. That same restlessness had driven him out of bed and into his car where he had driven around town in circles until his heart had led him to where he was.

The Park.

He had spent the first few minutes of his arrival in the car, contemplating whether it was a good idea to stay or just drive away, keep driving until he somehow manages to escape the surging feeling that was enveloping him. But even as he sat and considered it, he knew that it was not a feeling to be ignored or pushed till it somehow faded away into the throes of one's mind, however fiercely he wished it was. So he had gotten out of his