Writing: WP1 - Couch wisdom

Part of a series of short writing prompts I did for the TN universe.

This one is special, because the amount of words in each sentenc grows as they go on. The first sentence has one word, the second one has two, and so on.

Writing prompt 1: Couch wisdom

Waiting.
Just waiting.
Still without ideas.
I keep on trying.
Even in this unexpected situation.

I don't know, why it happened.
But maybe, I made the right decision.
Even if I'm sick of speaking about morality.
Not that anything changed, since there always are exceptions.
And exceptions strengthen the rules, or whatever smart people say.

She's surely an exception; I have to admit: there's no doubt.
A tall, blonde, slim one with blue eyes and fairly huge boobs.
Well, I'm not sure I've seen the latter properly, but it's not important.
For such a body shape, it's hard to imagine anything else than that, anyway.
The matter is that such a beautiful girl can't be just let on the streets.

Definitely funny thoughts from such a guy like me, especially after those winters in the city.
It's not comparable at all, since this shithole is apparently warmer and heck, even cleaner than that.
Which really makes me wonder, what bright is in that future those shitty advertisement were always talking about.
Most likely, the case is that I'm dropped from cyberpunk to steampunk, and yet, the latter is apparently better?
That tells a lot about how technology WON'T make humanity's future better, and about that how lucky is that girl.

Not that I would ever, EVER see such an attractive chick alive at any corners of that filthy hive of scums.
So, likely it was both of our luck that we met here, in another filthy hive of scums; but still rather for her.
Exposing her belly, her legs, her left shoulder and the whole of her arms in that cold, or even in that heavy rain?
Even if she's a non-temporal one, and likely she is, no one would have ever taken care of her, if I couldn't find her.
The fact she was crying out her lungs in such a dirty alley in that clothing, completely soaked…that depicts a horrible state of this place.

I've seen far too much things during my life to be shocked or something; in fact, she's not only lucky but could get away quite easily.
The part of this shit I hate so much is that the Republic promises that they provide shelter for all the vulnerable non-temporal people coming within borders.
Considering that Vel is under complete control of the Republic, I really doubt she was coming out of the borders, but still, he was homeless for days, apparently.
How on Earth is it possible that no one has thought of that a girl wearing tribal clothing in the middle of a Victorian-like industrial city is clearly non-temporal?
Were the civilians thinking she's cosplaying, or that she's under influence, or that they weren't even giving a shit about an absolutely lost person crying on the god damn streets?

So many questions with no answer; not that I'm surprised, but one would think, such behavior is not natural in a rather classic (or whatever) environment like Vel and its surroundings.
But apparently, the smoke clouds, the ugly processing plants on the horizon, the rusty town clocks, and even the disgusting tiles at the Monument Square are all not lying about this shithole.
I'm so fucking sick of this unbearable, monochrome pit; I swear it feels as if I was in the Purgatory, and that would at least explain why no one took care of her.
The worst of all is that having her on my side would definitely make my attempt to leave this forsaken and desperate planet even harder, not even talking about the response of the gangs.
All the time, I have to be prepared for their attack, and they would exploit her against me easily, which is the last I need in times when I try to make them lose trace.

She stopped crying, as far as I can hear; probably the combination of that hot shower and that small amount of remaining food I gave could make her feel better and be able to rest some.
She was crying all the way up in the staircase hall; I can't imagine what she had to go through, but surely must have been exceptionally painful and way too much for such a girl like her.
She surely needs that rest, so it's better not talk about these gangster scum; not that I'd be skeptical, I have no rights since I don't even know her, but considering her state, I definitely have to wait.
Salazar told he can warn us in time about the incoming danger; I keep prepared though, but if he's right then only a couple of days might be enough to move out the apartment and approach the Central District.
There we'll be able to bribe blues to let us leave; after that, I may help her life make better and easier, until though, I even have to wait – and find out if she's trustworthy, so…I hope she sleeps well.


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