fountain of youth

Lucky woke from his pie incurred daze. Everyone was gone, and the smell that he loved had drifted away. He got up and started walking, like always, nowhere in particular. He came upon the fountain, which for some reason was working today. He started running toward the fountain, eager to jump in and take a bath, something that he hadn't had in ages. Lucky vaulted the lip of the fountain and dove into the water. What was once clean and clear water turned brown and hairy, and washed away all of Lucky's troubles. He hopped out of the fountain and shook off all of the excess hair and dirt and let the wind breeze over his coat. He sat in the sun and dried off. He watched the cars speed by, with drivers on their phones, ignoring life fly by, worrying about their calendars and their schedule and not about the present. He tore his eyes off the road and looked towards the basketball courts, where a man was standing, staring at the fountain. He looked like a freak, bug-eyed and jaw on the floor, as if he was watching a miracle. But really, its just a fountain, and the water must've just gotten turned on by some incompetent city maintenance fool. Funny what people are amused by, how some old fountain can be awesome and appreciated on when its on half the time...