Deserve
Ryan threw the smooth stone into the black river. A breeze tousled his hair, and the faint sounds of a band playing across the river drifted between the falling leaves. Ryan suppressed a shiver to reject the ideas of him being cold or needing to go back to the apartment to ask Sandra to let him in to get his jacket. She would have let him in, of course, but the idea of asking her for anything made him sick. Ryan slammed his fist into the soft, brown dirt which looked black in the dark of the night. The lamp posts lining the sidewalk caused his elongated shadow which reached towards the river to react more dramatically than the action had been. Shadows have a tendency to do that - make things look more intense, sometimes even more raw than they truly are. Pushing himself up onto his feet, Ryan hocked up some spit and sent it flying into the river. He didn't allow himself to watch the ripples reach their extent. He hadn't the time. Pushing the library's revolving glass do