Literature
TS | WT | Passport Office
This was it. It was a fine day out, smell of salt in the air and sun shining as Jarek stood in front of the passport office, looking up in a daze. Even though he knew it was real, it felt distinctly not so. But it was happening. Finally he was leaving home. He was getting away. Pulling in a deep breath, he reached out to his toko Geronimo to settle himself.
“You ready for this boy?” He asked. The yeti barked in reply and Jarek clenched his first and sighed briskly. “Alright, let’s do this.”
Some seagulls squawked as they flew over. Time to go. With a few quick steps he pushed his way into the office, slamming the door open a little too bruskly and attracting looks from its other clientele. Alright, so perhaps not what he had in mind even though his cousin always joked he loved making an entry.
He did his best not to look embarrassed, squaring his shoulders and sauntering in like it was the most normal thing in world. He was suave like that. Or pretended to be at least. Geronimo