Shaded Tree

[Administrator]

...relax under a tree...

[David Jacobs]

<New Day>

David was, by all accounts, avoiding selling the rest of his stack of papes that were currently settled beside him on the ground as he sat leaned against the tree in Central Park. He really should have passed off the papers to Les that morning, but had a spurt of desire to give selling a wing but his energy had quickly waned and so he'd wandered down here, knowing that eventually he'd have to discard of the stack and find some way to make up the coins. The truth was, David had been thinking a lot lately, not really of moving on because as far as he was concerned he'd never really be able to move on from 'hattan and the newsies that were there - they were a key part of his family after all.

But perhaps it was time to look into some more permanent kind of work. He didn't want to work the factory like his father, though he supposed if he couldn't come up with anything better it might have to do. The reality that he couldn't be a newsie forever and the growing connection he felt with Fighter in their relationship had him thinking alternatives. He had a thought, an idea perhaps about where he might to focus his energy, but he was conflicted and wasn't sure what to make of it.

So he mulled over it in silence now, his hand lifting to tug on the brim of his cap as his eyes cast down at the papers at his side and then out across the park. Maybe it was time for him to bring it up to Fighter, she'd found something of a place working at one of the restaurants in the city, though he knew she wasn't exactly happy there it was more steady than what they made in the streets. And besides all that, he valued her opinion and really, hers was one of the ones that mattered most these days it seemed. Sighing, David set aside those thoughts aside, tilted his head back so it rested against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes - a nap wouldn't hurt things either, would it?